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SusannaLiliana didn’t miss a beat. “Stop. Don’t say another word over the phone. Come to my house. Now.”She hung up before I could respond, and I stood there for a moment, staring at the blank screen, her clipped tone replying in my ears. Liliana never panicked, but even she sounded tense, and that only made my anxiety worse.I quickly changed into something casual, a plain dress and flats, and slipped out of the house without a word to anyone. The drive to Liliana’s felt like an eternity as my eyes looked at the road but not really seeing anything. How had Alexander gotten the report? Was there someone else involved? And if he knew… God, if he knew, what would happen to me?

AbigailThe makeup artist’s fingers finally went still, her professional demeanor relaxing. “Alright, Mrs Remington,” she said, offering me a smile. “You’re presentable.”Conrad’s hand landed on my shoulder, a possessive gesture that sent a shiver crawling down my spine. It looked like support, like a husband’s gentle reassurance. But I knew the truth. His fingers dug into my flesh, a silent warning.Don’t you dare, Abigail. Don’t you dare deviate from the script. Don’t you dare shatter this carefully constructed illusion.He escorted me to the stage, his smile perfectly practiced. The cameras flashed in rapid succession. The conference room wasn’t huge, but it felt like a cavern whose walls closing in on me. It was packed with reporters, a sea of faces all turned towards me, their eyes glinting with morbid curiosity. They weren't looking at

Abigail*"This isn’t what we agreed on. I said I want to see my mother," I hissed, each word slipping through gritted teeth like venom. The taste of rage was bitter on my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the boiling fury tightening my chest.Conrad didn’t even flinch. His eyes—those emotionless pools—bored into mine. “You already have.”I stared at him, unblinking. “Oh, really?” I spat, letting sarcasm drip from every syllable. “Because last I checked, a video isn’t the same as seeing my mother in person. Or do you need a dictionary for that?”His jaw clenched, that te

Abigail *I barely had time to blink before Susanna was in front of my desk."What a surprise," she sneered, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared down at me. "I should have known you’d weasel your way in here. Using your connections to get a cushy position in one of the company's departments? Typical."I set my pen down and met her gaze with forced patience. "Of course, that’s what you’d think," I said dryly. "That’s exactly the kind of thing you would do, isn’t it?"Her nostrils flared at my words, but before she could fire back, she switched the conversation, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "You always do this, Abigail. Stirring the pot, causing trouble where there doesn’t need to be any. Why can’t you just leave things alone?"I couldn’t help it. I rolled my eyes. The old me—the one who had still cared what she thought, who had let her words burrow under my skin all that time ago in my home—would have taken the bait. But now? Now her little provocations were nothing mor

Abigail The venom in her voice was breathtaking, and for once, it wasn’t directed at me."That woman"—she spat the word like it burned—"has clung to him his entire life! And for what? To suffocate him? To chain him down like some pathetic little boy who needs her guidance?" She laughed bitterly. "She never raised a man—just a weak, spineless fool who lets a washed-up old crone dictate his life!"I couldn’t even get a word in – Susanna was on a roll."And then there’s Liliana—" She practically spat her sister’s name. "Liliana the know-it-all, Liliana the cold, unfeeling b*tch who never once considered anyone’s suffering but her own!" Her face twisted with contempt. "Oh, poor Liliana, so burdened by her stupid sister’s mistakes, so busy scheming to save me while looking down on me!"Her voice was growing shriller, her fury crackling in the air between us."And that disgusting little gremlin she calls a son—"Not even the little liar was safe from Susanna’s anger."Henry," she sneered.