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I want you to be my mother

Grace“Hey, hey, what happened?” a woman’s voice whispered nearby. “I heard the director was angry. Did someone do something again?”I stayed completely still behind the tall shelf, my small body pressed into the narrow space between the books, my fingers tightening around the worn little book I had been reading. My heart started to beat faster as another woman answered.“What do you think?” the second woman scoffed, her voice sharp with annoyance. “Why else would the director be angry if not because of that unwanted girl.”“The unwanted girl?” the first woman repeated, sounding curious rather than surprised. “Oh, do you mean Grace? What did she do this time? The director is always angry at her.”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.“Two couples came today,” the second woman continued, lowering her voice slightly as if sharing gossip. “They were looking to adopt a child. And as usual, the director wanted that unwanted girl to be picked.” She clicked her tongue. “But when the coup

Can you guys take me home?

Grace“Here, Grace. Take a bite while it’s still hot. You need to eat something,” Wyatt said gently, pushing the bowl of porridge closer to me.I lifted my eyes slowly and looked at him, then at Eleanor, who was sitting on the other side of the bed. Both of them were watching me closely, worry written all over their faces, as if they were afraid I might disappear the moment they looked away. They had been sitting here the whole time, making sure I didn’t get left alone even for a second. I lowered my gaze to the bowl in front of me. It was rice porridge, my favorite, and Wyatt had even added all the vegetables. He always remembered things like that. I stared at the food for a long moment without moving. My lips felt dry, my body felt weak, and my head throbbed dully. I had cried so much that my eyes felt swollen and sore, and everything around me felt distant, like I was trapped underwater and the world was happening far away. Even something as simple as eating felt exhausting, like

Did you really think I wouldn’t know?

GraceFor the past few months, ever since I walked away from this house, I had never heard from them again. Not a call, not a message, not even a rumor reaching my ears. Back then, they wanted to force me to marry Charles, even after knowing he was gay, as if my happiness had never mattered to them at all, and when I refused and left, it was as if I had been erased from their lives completely. I didn’t know what happened during that time, I didn’t know how their lives changed, and I didn’t care enough to find out.That was why the scene in front of me felt so unreal. The woman sitting on the couch looked nothing like the mother I remembered. She used to be lively, arrogant, someone who did whatever she wanted without caring about the consequences, someone who always held her chin high and looked down on everyone else. Now, she looked pale and thin, her body almost frail, as if life itself had drained every ounce of color and pride from her. She looked worse than I remembered, so muc

Grace, meet your new mother

Grace Flashback“Grace, come here.”One of the nuns called out to me, and I immediately turned around and ran toward her, my small feet moving as fast as they could across the cold floor. I was only seven, my legs short and clumsy, but I didn’t dare slow down. When I reached her, she placed a small tray into my hands, the porcelain warm against my palms.“Take this to the director’s office,” she said firmly. “And don’t spill any of the coffee. Don’t take too long either. You know she likes her coffee hot.”I nodded quickly, gripping the tray tighter. “Yes,” I whispered.The nun nodded back, already turning away. “Alright. Go. Don’t waste time.”I didn’t linger for even a second. I started walking toward the director’s office, my steps careful but hurried, my eyes fixed on the trembling surface of the coffee. If I spilled even a single drop, the director would get angry. She always did. She would hit me on the head and call me a cursed child, blame me for things I didn’t understand.

All of you were played from the very beginning

GraceThe director was right.I was too young back then. At seven years old, I didn’t understand what they were saying, or what those words truly meant. I only knew that someone wanted me, that someone was finally calling herself my mother, and to a child like me, that was more than enough to silence every warning my instincts were trying to scream.It was only after that dream about Hannah that everything came rushing back.I was still surprised that I could even remember something from so long ago, something buried so deep I didn’t even know it existed. But then again, some memories never stay buried. No matter how hard you try to forget them, no matter how much you want them gone, they will always claw their way back to the surface when the time is right.And now, standing here, looking at the woman I once called mother, I didn’t even know what I was supposed to feel anymore.Should I feel hurt? Betrayed? Furious that the two people I loved with all my heart never loved me even a l

My sister isn’t as weak as you think

GraceSomeone once told me, you can never truly feel the pain of losing someone you have never met. Even if that person is a parent, even if they are blood, if they died before you were born, the grief will never be the same as losing someone you laughed with, spoke to, or held. It isn’t cruel. It’s just how emotions work. You might feel sympathy. You might feel anger on their behalf. You might even feel sadness for what they went through. But you might not feel that deep, hollow pain.That was exactly how I felt now.Did I feel bad for what my father and Apollo’s mother went through? Yes. Did I feel sad? Not really.What I felt was anger. Pure, violent anger that surged through me, so thick I had to consciously slow my breathing just to stay steady. My fingers curled at my side, nails digging into my palm, because every thought in my head screamed the same thing over and over again, I wanted to tear that woman apart.The woman who started all of this. The woman who hurt Hannah. The w

You have to take responsibility for me

GraceI sat on the edge of the bed and took a slow, shaky breath, but even that simple action felt heavy, as if my lungs were struggling to pull in enough air. My entire body felt like it was failing me after everything that had happened today.I didn’t even know how I managed to stay conscious for the whole day without passing out again. My head felt light, my limbs numb, and it took all my strength just to remain upright for a few seconds longer.I had been grieving for Hannah since the moment I heard the news, yet back then I could still force myself to stay composed, and tell myself to stand straight and not fall apart. But now was different. The weakness went deeper, sinking into my bones. I felt so fragile that Apollo had to support me just to get me into the car, his hand firm around my waist as if he was afraid I would collapse at any moment. By the time we reached home, nausea churned violently in my stomach, my vision spinning so badly that I thought I might throw up right

I’m Grace Jones

Grace “Woah, who’s that with the Jones? She’s so beautiful.”“Tell me about it. She’s gorgeous, and she even looks like the Jones. She could really be part of the family. She fits their aura perfectly.”“Keep your voice down. Don’t let Miss Katherine hear you. She’s the Jones’ daughter, she’ll get angry if she does.”“Then why are the Jones walking with that woman? They look so protective of her.”The voices drifted around me as I walked into the massive Jones Group building, my mother beside me and my two older brothers walking closely behind us. My expression stayed calm and emotionless as I ignored every whisper, and curious glance that followed us through the grand lobby. The marble floors echoed with each step we took, and I could feel eyes burning into my back from every direction, but I didn’t slow down or look around.We moved steadily forward, and when we reached the large conference room, I could already hear the noise inside. Reporters were gathered beyond the closed doors

I am the real daughter of the Jones family

GraceThe room went completely silent. If someone dropped a pin, I was sure everyone would hear it. All the reporters froze in place, eyes wide, mouths slightly open as they stared at me, then slowly shifted their gazes to my mother and my brothers, as if waiting for them to stand up and throw me out for daring to say something so outrageous. But my mother didn’t move, and neither did Ryan nor Theodore. They simply sat there, their attention fixed on me, as though no one else in the room existed. Seeing that, the reporters grew even more confused, exchanging glances with one another, clearly unsure of what they were witnessing.For a few long seconds, no one spoke. Then finally, one reporter seemed to snap out of the shock. She cleared her throat and asked carefully, “You’re claiming to be the long-lost daughter of the Jones family. Is that true? Has this been proven with a DNA test? And how were you lost in the first place? From what the public knows, the only daughter of the Jones

Miss Grace, are you okay?

Grace I leaned back against the chair and lifted a hand to my neck, rubbing slowly as I tried to ease the dull ache that had settled there after an entire day of meetings, documents, and conversations that never seemed to end. My body felt heady. Across the desk, my secretary looked up at me and smiled gently, her expression warm and understanding. “You must be tired,” she said softly. “You’ve been working nonstop for the past few days. Not only are you handling things as the head of the PR department, you’ve also been personally involved in company matters. Anyone would be exhausted.” I lifted my eyes to look at her properly. Linda really was beautiful, not in a sharp or intimidating way, but in a calm, elegant manner that made people feel at ease around her. Just a few days ago, my mother had personally introduced her to me, explaining that Linda had been her secretary for years and that she trusted her completely. She said she wanted someone experienced by my side, someone

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