Novel & Cerita After Twenty Years Story

BECOMING THE MAFIA'S BRIDE SERIES 2 -TIME SKIP: 17 YEARS LATER- ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ FIONA'S POV

When she wakes up again everything has change. Olivia felt her tears fall from her eyes. After all this Twenty-two years nothing can dull the pain of loosing the two most important people in her life.

We need to talk. She sat bolt upright, the phone still glowing in her hand. After twenty years... Her father had found her.

“Flashback (2 Years Ago)” It was a simpler time for Faith. She had a pretty average life two years ago. She was going to college. She had her family around. She had her friends. She just started working and started becoming more financially independent. She was prioritizing her future. She was doing everything a twenty-year-old does. What she didn’t know was that something else was being prepared for her future. She didn’t know how catastrophic everything was going to become in just two years. People were already keeping an eye on her. They were stewing the worse possible future for her, and one of those people was no one other than Mateo.

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

"I wouldn't trade a single year of it. Not even the hard ones. Not even the parts that started as nothing more than paperwork." "Not even the hard ones," I echoed. We sat together as full darkness settled over the yard, hands linked, the whole weight of twenty-two complicated, difficult, ultimately beautiful years settled comfortably between us—no longer a burden to carry, just a story we'd lived through together and come out the other side of, whole and grateful and still, somehow, completely in love.

Maansaa nodded "Yes, Arjun reminds us that what happened twenty-two years ago," When he heard his aunt's words, he asked her "Aunt Maansaa, what happened twenty-two years ago?" "Twenty-two years ago we met your uncle for the first time," Maansaa told him. Arjun's eyes lit up, he asked her "Aunt Maansaa can you tell me your story? I want to hear your stories!" Maansaa said to Arjun "Do you really want to hear our stories? You can think once more because once I start telling our stories then no one can stop me. What if you regret it later?"

the man grimaced. She snorted. Her hand reached for a tissue on the dashboard and she bent down to do her job. "Honey, your stomach will get squished," Evan warned worriedly, but the next second, only a stifled sigh could be heard. Ah, her second marriage was indeed very different from her first. Back then, she was like a trophy wife who was rarely touched. Left to gather dust and feel miserable. Now, she could explore new and exciting things with Evan. *** "I don't care if you want to complain to your parents. From this moment on, you are no longer part of this company. Your behavior has really harmed me and other employees." Ansel's loud voice could be heard all the way to the living room.

"She didn't abandon you. She left a trail going the wrong way and let them follow it. She's the only reason you got to be twenty-eight." The room tilted. Nineteen years. Nineteen years of a specific, well-worn, load-bearing story — she didn't want me, she left, that's what people do, so build a life that needs nobody — and this man had just walked in and put a crack straight down the middle of it. "You're lying," Maya said again, but it came out wrecked, and they both heard it. "I'm really not." Dane pushed off the table. "And here's the beautiful thing. She hid you so well that they gave up. Twenty years, nothing. You want to know what finally lit you up like a flare after all that work she

"But if your mother is finally ready..." Another pause. Long. Heavy. Then: "...I'd like to meet my daughter." The world disappeared. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody spoke. Because standing outside the cabin door, after twenty years of grief and graves and promises and impossible revelations... was the man they had all buried.