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The Galen’s party

—SAMANTHA POV—The phone kept ringing in my hand, slicing through my veins like a cruel melody. My thumb hovered above the green button for what felt like an eternity. I could almost hear his voice already—warm, deep, full of that effortless confidence that always managed to weaken me in ways I hated to admit.But then the image of that file flashed behind my eyes. The Montclairs. Their name tied to my parents’ deaths. A web of betrayal that now had Dalton’s face at the center.And just like that, the air turned sharp in my lungs.I pressed DECLINE.The sound of the call ending was deafening. Like the final snap of something fragile inside me. I stared at the black screen for a long moment, my hand trembling, before slipping the phone into my bag. My spine straightened, my heels clicked against the pavement, and I walked back inside with a mask so cold it could freeze fire.When I entered the office again, Grace and Ryan looked up, their expressions too careful, too watchful. I didn’t

History repeats himself

—SAMANTHA POV—I gripped the steering wheel tightly as the city lights flashed past the windshield, my chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. Every beat of my heart reminded me of that file sitting on my desk—the truth that shattered something inside me today. The Montclairs. Dalton. My Dalton.I tasted bitterness on my tongue as I drove, the anger simmering beneath my carefully polished exterior. The woman I was tonight could not afford cracks. Not a single one.When I finally pulled up to the Galens’ grand estate, the place looked like a palace dripping in opulence. Golden lights spilled across the sweeping driveway, and luxury cars lined up like obedient soldiers. The sound of soft music and laughter floated in the air as I stepped out of the car.Every eye turned the moment my heels hit the marble steps.Click. Click. Click.Power in every step, even if my soul felt like a battlefield.I wore a midnight-black gown that clung to my curves like sin, the slit running h

I’m not her mother

—SAMANTHA POV—For one second, everything blurred.Her voice. The crowd.All I heard was blood rushing in my ears and the sound of my sister’s laughter before she lost her life.My fingers curled into Dalton’s sleeve until my nails dug into his arm.And then I smiled.Slowly. Beautifully. The kind of smile that promised ruin.“Are you finished?” I said softly, though my voice carried across the room.The entire hall was silent.Jessica’s words hung in the air, dripping slowly into every ear that had the misfortune of hearing them.The murmurs began, whispers slicing through the heavy tension.“…Her twin sister was a whore… gave birth out of wedlock… committed suicide…”Each word was a dagger Jessica thought she was planting in my chest. But I didn’t bleed. I didn’t flinch. I stood there, my chin high, my eyes locked on hers like a devil.Jessica smirked, thinking she’d won. That this was the final strike to bring me to my knees.She didn’t know me.She didn’t know that the deeper you

Leave

—DALTON POV—I didn’t knock. I didn’t call her name. I didn’t even care if she hated me for breaking into her world like this. I needed answers, and I was done waiting for her to hand me pieces when I wanted the whole damn puzzle.The window slid open, and I landed inside her dimly lit bedroom like a man possessed. Samantha spun around, her eyes widening for the smallest second before the walls came back up on her face, that cold mask she wears like armor. But I saw the redness around her eyes. She had been crying. Hard.“Dalton—”“You lied to me, Samantha!” My voice cracked like thunder in the quiet room. She flinched, hugging herself tighter.I stalked toward her, every step echoing the rage clawing at my chest. “All these years… all this time… and tonight I find out—” I stopped, chest heaving. “Amore isn’t even yours?! You’re not her mother?!”She didn’t answer. Just sat there, gripping the fabric of that damn expensive dress like it could hold her together.“Say something!” I roar

I didn’t feel alone

—SAMANTHA POV—The morning sun barely reached my curtains when the knock came. I wasn’t ready for anyone. My eyes were swollen from crying half the night, my body heavy from the storm Dalton brought into my room yesterday. His words, his anger, the shattered look on his face—they were still echoing in me.I dragged myself out of bed and put on a robe. My steps felt slow, like my soul wasn’t inside me anymore. When I opened the door, I froze.“Mj?” My voice came out in a whisper, hoarse, tired.She stood there in a pastel suit, her perfume subtle and expensive. She looked like everything I wasn’t this morning. Her smile was thin, polite, but her eyes were carrying something heavy.“Can I come in?” she asked softly, she must have noticed my gloom.I nodded and stepped aside, leading her inside my room. I didn’t even try to hide the mess around. For once, I didn’t care what anyone thought.Maryjane sat down slowly, crossing her legs. She studied me for a moment before speaking.“You look

Betrayal

—ZEKE POV—I stood in the middle of my office, my chest burning like fire. Papers were flying everywhere as I threw files from my desk to the floor. Chairs crashed. Glass shattered. I kicked the table so hard that one of its legs broke.Everything was gone. Everything I built with my hands… destroyed overnight.“This is impossible!” I shouted, gripping my hair so hard that I thought I would rip it out.My workers stood by the door, staring at me. Some of them looked angry, others tired. And then, one of them shouted back.“Stop acting like a mad man! You should have paid us!”Another joined. “You kept lying to us about salaries, Zeke! We can’t work for free!”Their voices hit me like stones. My pride burned, but what could I do?“Get out! All of you!” I roared.But they didn’t even wait for me to finish. One by one, they turned their backs on me and walked out. Some slammed the door so hard that the sound echoed in my skull.I stood there, breathing hard, surrounded by the mess I crea

A fool

—ZEKE POV—I woke up to the smell of disinfectant and the blinding white ceiling above me. My head throbbed like it had been split open, and every breath burned my chest.For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then the memories came crashing back like a wave that wanted to drown me.Ophelia.Her slutry laugh in that bed.The man’s hand on her skin.Her swollen stomach.And then—the truth.The child wasn’t even mine!My throat tightened so hard I couldn’t breathe. My chest convulsed as rage shot through my veins. I jerked forward, but pain ripped through me like knives and I fell back against the pillow.“No… no, no, no…” My voice broke, raw and hoarse. I felt like I was dying.Before I knew it, I was coughing, choking and then warm iron filled my mouth. Blood. I spat it across the white sheet, red blooming like a wound.“Sir! Calm down!” my assistant’s voice cracked as he rushed to my side. His face was pale, terrified. “Please—don’t move! You’re still weak—”“Where… is… she?” My w

I hated myself

—SAMANTHA POV—I didn’t go to the office today. For the first time in a long while, I cleared my entire schedule and decided to just… breathe.Amore deserved that.She had been through enough, my sweet little girl who never asked for the chaos that swirled around my life.So, when she tugged on my sleeve this morning with those pleading doe eyes and said, “Mommy, can we go out? Please?”I couldn’t refuse.And, I took the Bentley and drove us there for a picnic.The amusement park was buzzing with laughter and squeals of children. The smell of popcorn and cotton candy floated in the air, blending with the faint metallic scent of rides that spun endlessly under the summer sun.Amore clung to my hand tightly at first, her legs almost skipping to keep up with mine as she scanned the rides with excitement.“Mommy, can we go on that one?” she asked, pointing to a carousel with flashing lights and painted horses.“Of course, sweetheart,” I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.We

It’s too late for regrets

—SAMANTHA POV—After getting home, I finally sank into the couch with a sigh of relief. The amusement park had drained me, but Amore’s laughter had been worth every second.I was just about to close my eyes when my phone buzzed sharply. The screen flashed with an urgent call from my assistant. My heart skipped. Something is wrong.“Ma’am, you need to come to the company right now,” Mira’s voice was trembling. “It’s… important.”I didn’t waste a second. I turned to kiss Amore on the forehead and forced a smile. “Mom will be back soon, baby. Stay with Elara, okay?”She pouted. “Promise?”“I promise.”I picked my bag and walked out quickly, heels clicking against the floor, my mind already running in waves. The cool afternoon air slapped against my face as I got into the car. I didn’t know what awaited me, but I didn’t expect him.The moment I stepped out of the car at the company’s entrance, I froze.Zeke.I froze in my tracks. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. Clothes wr

Kill her

—THRID POV—It was nighttime, and darkness covered the whole earth.However, inside one tall building in the middle of the city, the lights on the top floor glowed bright.The conference room of the Montclair Tower looked like a different world. In the middle of the room, a wide mahogany table was placed. Around it sat four figures. They were old, but the years had not softened them. Wrinkles lined their faces, yes, but their eyes were sharp, cold, and hungry like wolves.Douglas Montclair sat at the head of the table. His hair was silver, combed back neatly, his black suit perfectly pressed. Even in his seventies, the air around him was heavy, commanding. When he looked up, the others went silent.On his right sat Georgia Frost, the current matriarch of the Frost family. She wore a deep green dress and long pearls around her neck, her hair rolled into a perfect bun. Her voice sweet, but everyone in that room knew her heart was cold.Next to her, Mr. Norman of the Galen family leaned

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