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THIRD PARTY“There is a mail from Mr. Gray!” Dylan ran down the staircase, holding his laptop.“A mail?” Denzel got up from the couch.“What does it say?” Dixon asked.Diamond’s eyes widened with curiosity as she struggled to make sense of the news. She ran to Dylan and grabbed his hand excitedly.“Does the mail talk too? Is it a talking toy?” she asked.But when none of the boys responded—too focused on the laptop—Diamond burst into tears.“I want the mail! It’s my toy!” she cried.Miranda walked in from the kitchen and quickly tried to console her.“They won’t let me have it, Miranda! They don’t need a toy,” she sobbed.“A mail isn’t a toy, Diamond,” Miranda explained calmly.Diamond gave Miranda a confused look, as if she suspected Miranda was lying just so the boys could keep it. From their excitement, she was convinced that the mail was something very special—and she wanted it too.“I should have the mail, not them. It’s from my daddy,” she cried louder.Miranda knelt beside her

JAMES“Stop the car over here, James,” Kristie hissed. “Must you be useless at everything, including driving?”“I could drive in. Why do you want to stop blocks away from the venue?” I asked.“You’re such a fool, James,” she snapped bitterly. “Do you want everyone to see me getting out of this pathetic car? I know you’re just looking for a way to destroy whatever’s left of my reputation—especially in front of Oscar Gray.”I parked without another word, eager to avoid more of her endless nagging. The sooner she got out, the more peace I’d have.I stepped out and opened the door for her.“I only agreed to be in this stupid car because of your foolishness. You’re completely worthless, James,” she continued, voice rising. “Stick around—I’ll call when I’m done. That is, if I don’t leave with Aunt Sheila after the party.”There was something gleaming in her eyes—too smug, too eager. I knew she wasn’t being entirely honest.“The party will run all night. I can’t just sit here that long,” I p

THIRD PARTYAll through the party, Lady Sheila had been restlessly scanning the crowd for Tilda. But the grand ballroom was swarming with people, and finding one person among hundreds was no easy feat. Her frustration grew by the minute, and in her distracted state, she found herself making reckless moves.In addition to her search, Sheila’s attention was constantly drawn to the quadruplets. The children had effortlessly stolen the spotlight. From the moment they arrived, they’d dazzled the crowd—winning award after award.Almost every prize meant for children their age was claimed by one or another of them, and the admiration they received from the guests gnawed at Sheila’s composure.She watched with thinly veiled disdain as they beamed at the crowd, charming everyone with their intelligence, wit, and elegance. With each passing moment, Sheila’s desperation mounted. She was eager to approach the children, to pry the truth out of them—especially the girl, Diamond. But Oscar’s constan

TILDAMy heart literally stopped.I had been trying to avoid this moment all night, yet here it was, standing in front of me in the form of a tiny hand tugging gently at my dress and a voice I could never forget.But what would Oscar think when he discovered the truth? Would he feel betrayed? Would he think I orchestrated all of this from the very start?And the question of paternity—I knew he was aware I had once been married, but how could I explain to him that even now, I wasn’t sure who the children’s father truly was?How would I tell him I got drunk one night and woke up in a stranger’s bed, pregnant with no way of identifying the man?James and Kristie may have been cruel and manipulative, but at least they didn’t conceive children with someone they couldn’t name. Didn’t that make me worse?“We finally found you, Mommy! We looked for you all night,” Diamond squealed excitedly, her small hands pulling harder at my dress.I slowly turned to face her, inhaling deeply, unable to fi

TILDA“Lady Sheila, quite respectfully, I already told you—I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied.I had heard a lot about Lady Sheila Belmont and the way she looked down on those she considered beneath her. Still, I wasn’t going to tolerate her insults or her belittling tone.Yes, I wanted to protect myself and the kids, but there was a limit. I would never again allow anyone to deride me in front of them.Lady Sheila never stopped until she got what she wanted, especially with Monsieur King always willing to listen to her. I already knew I wouldn’t be an exception.Soon enough, she would get Monsieur King’s ear, and once that happened, Oscar would be forced to obey his grandfather.There was nothing extraordinary about me, and Monsieur King would stop seeing me as special once Lady Sheila revealed everything she knew.She scoffed. “You really think I wouldn’t figure out your little game? Oscar may be blind to it, but not me. Everyone else might be fooled, but I see rig