Semua Bab My Fake Sister Took Everything: Now It’s My Turn : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sebastian’s POVAfter the successful meeting at Greys Tower with Mr. Anthony, I lingered for a bit, hoping the rain would ease. It was close to 10 p.m., and I fought the urge to call home. Every second, I glanced at my phone, waiting, hoping for some notification—anything. But there was nothing.Ella’s probably asleep by now. She’s with Mrs. Tee; she’s safe, I kept reminding myself, though the pit in my stomach refused to ease. Every time I check in, Mrs. Tee scolds me. “I’ve been watching over Ella for years, Sebastian. Trust me, if anything were wrong, I’d be the first to call you.” She’s right, of course. Still, paranoia has always been my downfall.The rain lessened, falling in gentle sheets now, and I figured it was safe enough to drive. I hurried to my car, turning the ignition and watching as the windshield wipers moved rhythmically, clearing the view of the dark, rain-soaked streets.When I finally arrived home, something felt… off. I inserted the key, pushed open the door, an

Like a thief at dawn, I raced back home. I ran from confrontation, from explanations, but isn’t that what I’m best at? Running away? What was I supposed to say? That my life is a whirlwind of chaos, spinning out of control? So, I did what I’ve always done—avoid it. It was Saturday already, and I knew Maryam would be home by now. I didn’t have a clue what to do next, but at least I had her. Maryam, the only person who’s ever seen the raw, unrefined version of me. She knows it all—my days as a trafficked victim, the family trauma that haunts me, Nate’s love, his protection... and his betrayal.As I opened the front door, it was no surprise to find her already up, going about her day. She had a mop in her right hand, looking up with a grin as I stepped inside. "Well, well, look who's glowing!" she teased.I managed a weak smile. "Really?""Oh yes," she said, exaggerating her voice for effect. "It's only been a few days into this trial with Hawthorne, and look at you! Imagine what’ll ha

So far, life has been better than I could have ever imagined. I have gotten the job and it has been nothing short of peaceful. This is my second month working for Sebastian, and as I transition into my next trimester, everything seems to be falling into place. Well, apart from pregnancy pangs, the constant need to throw up and soreness. I’ve found people who love me—people who truly care. Ella is more than just my boss’s daughter now, she’s become the younger sibling I never had. It's funny how close we've grown. As if we were mates. There was that one night when she fell ill with a high fever. I spent the entire night in tears, panicking. Hawthorne had to comfort me, which was ironic since it should've been the other way around. But at that moment, I realized just how much I loved her. Way more than I ever thought my heart was capable of. I’ve moved in completely now, though I still go home on weekends to see Maryam. It has become like a ritual, with us binge-watching and catching

Daphne’s POVUrghh! Why does my body feel like I’ve been hit by a train? I tried to move, but my limbs were heavy, like someone had filled them with lead. A wave of sterile hospital smell flooded my nostrils, making my stomach churn. Great! I thought bitterly. I blinked against the blinding white lights overhead, trying to adjust. Slowly, my vision cleared, and I saw Seb slouched in an uncomfortable chair beside me. His large frame looked comically cramped, like he could barely fit. If I weren’t in this mess, I’d have laughed at how grumpy he looked.But then it all rushed back, hitting me like a punch to the gut. The anonymous call... My baby.. My baby!Panic shot through me as I tried to sit up, the sudden movement making Seb jerk awake. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp with worry, and a hint of something else—disappointment, maybe? "No, no, lie back down," he barked like I was a child.“But… but… my baby!” I stammered, my voice shaky as my gaze darted around the room, searching

Sebastian’s POV“What? Since when?” My voice came out harsher than I intended. I knew Daphne was a lot of things, but never in a million years did I think she had been married. Yet, there was something in her eyes—the hurt, the kind that ran deep. “His name is Nathaniel,” she continued, her voice trembling, and I could see unshed tears glistening in her eyes, as though she were battling bitter memories.Nathaniel? The name triggered something in my mind. The day I found her unconscious, I had retrieved her phone, and the last name on her call log was ‘Nate.’ He had called repeatedly. I answered once, but he had hung up the moment I spoke. Was it the same person? “Is he still in your life?” I asked, my heart hammering against my rib cage for reasons I didn’t fully understand. The thought of another man being tied to her made something stir inside me—something raw and unfamiliar.She shook her head, her expression darkening. “No, he… he killed me.”Her words hit like a punch to the gu