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ROXETTE I sat there on the couch, my hands still trembling slightly in my lap as Chandler finished speaking. The weight of everything he had just told me pressed down on my chest like a heavy blanket. I had listened without interrupting, just like I promised, letting every word sink in. The old friendship with Valentino. The business alliance that made them unstoppable. The rivalry over Dahlia that destroyed it all. The jealousy that crept in from other people and other successes. The way he thought Dahlia had chosen him, only to raise Diana as his own daughter for years… only to find out she was Valentino’s. And then me—the daughter Valentino had with another woman. Chandler had known about me. He had sought me out at first for payback, for revenge against the man who had once been his closest ally. He had taken my virginity as part of that twisted plan… only for it

ROXETTE I stepped through the grand entrance of the mansion, my body still carrying that light, relaxed feeling from the afternoon with Thea. The coffee, the cake, the shopping — it had been exactly what I needed. A few hours of normalcy, of laughing and talking without the weight of the world pressing down on me. I had even bought a few small things for the baby, simple onesies and a soft blanket that made me smile every time I thought about them. But the moment I walked inside, that peaceful bubble popped. Diana was there. She stood in the middle of the living room like she had been waiting for me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. I looked around instinctively, relief flooding through me when I saw that Dahlia wasn’t with her. Just Diana. One person I c

DIANA I had been pacing the living room for what felt like hours, my stomach still churning from the food I had forced down while crying earlier.  Roxette’s calm face as she told me she was protecting what was hers, the way she had clutched her bloated belly like it was some kind of shield. I had come here because my mother sent me. The Rodriguez family was in full panic mode back home, their businesses collapsing overnight thanks to Chandler’s ruthless moves. She wanted me to talk to my father, to beg or demand or threaten if I had to, to make him stop destroying us. But after facing Roxette, I felt even more lost. I needed answers from him directly. I needed to understand why he was doing this to us—to me. The front door finally opened, and my father

ROXETTE I stood in the living room long after Diana had stormed out, my hand resting gently on my stomach as I tried to steady my breathing. The door had slammed behind her with such force that the sound still echoed in my ears. Her face, that mix of shock, anger, and heartbreak, kept flashing in my mind. She had looked so broken when Chandler and I told her the truth. About Valentino being her biological father. About us being half-sisters. About everything Chandler had carried for years. I had known it would be hard, but seeing her crumble like that made my chest ache in a way I hadn’t expected. Chandler was still standing beside me, his hand on my lower back in that steady, protective way he always had. He had been calm through the whole thing, explaining everything with that quiet strength of his, but I could feel the tensi

ROXETTE I was happily eating in the kitchen, savoring the last few bites of the simple lunch I had asked the staff to prepare. These days, food has become one of my greatest comforts. The pregnancy had turned my appetite into something unstoppable—I craved everything from sweet fruits to savory meals, and I found myself smiling every time I took a bite. It felt like a small way to connect with the baby growing inside me, a reminder that life was still moving forward even when everything else felt complicated. The mansion was quiet without Chandler around. He had left earlier to meet with Valentino, and though I was nervous about how that would go, I trusted him completely. He had promised to handle it, and after everything we had talked about, I knew he would do his best. I was in the middle of slicing a small piece of cake for