Semua Bab I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother : Bab 181 - Bab 190

Vivienne was sent to jail by Connor and Alexander, which became their greatest mistake.Somehow, she was bailed out before they could even finish questioning her, and by the time Jade found out, she was already gone.He was furious and worried at the same time.He had specifically told them to lock her in one of his abandoned houses until they had gathered enough evidence to determine what she had planned, but Connor and Alexander had insisted that sending her to jail was the safer and more legitimate option.Now Vivienne's whereabouts were unknown, and Jade couldn't shake the feeling that they had made it far too easy for her to disappear.That crazy woman was capable of going to any extent just to have him, and after everything they had uncovered about her obsession, Jade no longer underestimated what she could do.******Four days later, the morning began far too peacefully.That was the first thing Clara noticed.There was something almost unnatural about how quiet the Lockwood ma

“Clara! Clara!” Jade’s voice echoed through the dark mansion as he and Connor rushed through the halls, their phone flashlights sweeping frantically across the walls. “Where are you? Clara!” Through their connected earpods, Alexander’s panicked voice rang in their ears. “Find her! Find Clara and the kids now! Someone is inside the house, and they cut the power!” "I know, damn it!" Jade clenched his jaw as they hurried forward, his heart pounding harder with every second. Somewhere deeper inside the mansion, Clara stood between the children and three masked men who had charged toward them in the darkness. Emily and Sophie cried out in terror, but Clara stepped forward instead of backing away. In her past life, after losing everything, she had learned to fight—boxing, self-defense, anything that could keep her alive. Now, every lesson came rushing back. She ducked the first man’s swing, drove her fist into his stomach, and kicked another hard enough to send him stumbling backw

The uneasy feeling refused to leave Clara for the rest of the evening. Even after Jade increased the security around the mansion, she couldn't shake the sensation that something was wrong. She tried to convince herself that it was simply the aftermath of everything they had endured over the past few months. Yet every time she looked toward the windows, she found herself wondering whether someone was standing beyond the walls, watching her family from the darkness. Jade noticed every glance. He didn't say anything at first. He simply kept Clara close. The children, fortunately, remained unaware of the tension hanging over the adults. Sophie was sitting on the carpet, showing Emily a collection of toys she insisted were her "treasures," while Lucas was helping them arrange the toys into what he called a "proper kingdom." Clara watched them with a small smile, her heart aching with a strange mixture of gratitude and fear. There had been a time when she never believed sh

Clara stood in the center of the Lockwood mansion with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring at the empty staircase as though Emily and Sophie might suddenly come running down it, laughing and calling for her. The house had never felt so enormous or so painfully quiet. Only a few hours ago, the children had been running through the halls, arguing over toys and demanding snacks, while Lucas had complained about them making too much noise. Now their laughter was gone, replaced by the hurried footsteps of security personnel and the clipped voices of men receiving orders through their radios. Clara could still hear Emily and Sophie's voices in her head, still feel the tiny arms that had wrapped around her waist that morning, and the thought that those same little arms were now in the hands of strangers made something inside her ache violently. Jade stood several feet away, speaking to one of his security chiefs, but his attention wasn't really on the man's report. E

For several seconds, nobody moved. The warehouse had fallen into a strange, unnatural silence after the chaos of the gunshot. The only sounds were the frightened sniffles of Sophie and Emily, the distant wail of approaching sirens, and the occasional groan from one of the injured people lying across the concrete floor. Smoke still lingered faintly in the air, and the metallic scent of blood seemed to cling to everything around them. Clara stood with her daughters pressed against her, but something in her instincts refused to settle. She had seen too much tonight. She had seen the fear in her children's eyes. She had seen Vivienne's madness. And now, as the adrenaline slowly faded, Clara noticed something else. They were trying to escape. Vanessa was slowly inching toward the side entrance, pretending to adjust her leg while using the movement to drag herself closer to the door. Thomas was doing the same, moving in the opposite direction and repeatedly glancing toward the s