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“I might love Rickard, but I’m not insane.” Ariana cast a profound gaze at her daughter and then sighed. “Forget it, I’ll just pretend that you’re not the one behind this incident. But, Juniper, will you look back and see what you’ve done so far? Can you tell me where the daughter that I’ve always been very proud of has gone? And all of this just for a man?”

Ariana nodded, her gaze fixed on Julia's stunned face. "Should I be happy or sad?" Julia asked concern heat on in her voice. Ariana looked at Julia, her eyes searching for answers. "Act like a friend would in this situation of mine," she pleaded. Julia smiled warmly, taking Ariana's hand in hers. "Then I would act like a friend really would," she replied. "You should be celebrating, Ariana, not thinking or making your face as if the whole world is after you. You're pregnant with the child of the handsome billionaire, Mateo Luca-Hendrix. And guess what? He's the only son and only child."

He gave me a new life and a family to call my own. His death changed everything for us… I board our private plane to get to the island. It was a private island and you could assume from its larger landscape whom it belonged to. Yeah right. My car was already there to pick me up by the time I reached. Ariana was the first one to run to squeeze me into a warm hug. She was a 16 years old teenager who saw the world through her pink glasses. She’s the daughter of Jane King, the younger sister of Evan.

Silence. Nevertheless, he was paying attention. I took a trembling breath, allowing my voice to falter just enough. “Royce… I have a daughter. Ariana is her name. She’s only six months old.” He clenched his jaw. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Please,” I muttered. “I just… I have no idea if she’s alright. If she’s crying right now. If she’s hungry… if she’s…” My voice cracked, and this time it wasn’t a performance.

Navi seemed to be the only one with the authority to find any trace of their daughter. But one thing, I had speculated that their daughter would be named "Kylie.” But no, their daughter's name is Gianna Paul, also known as Gemma. According to them, we didn't look alike at all. Communication between people is crucial. With Grandma Rose present, much of our awkwardness was smoothed over. Coincidentally, Arnold returned with the two children and Hana. From the sweat on the two children's heads, it was clear that they had had a lot of fun.

She returned all their greeting with a broad smile that got all the grown-ass men who were present blushing like teenage boys. Arianna Jourdan, the only child and daughter of one of the richest man alive, Mr. Kennedy Jourdan, had the reputation of a kind-hearted, humble and carefree actress and model. Arianna was everyone’s favourite, both that of those who she works with at her modelling and movie industry, and those working for her father.

But my desires were on hold–a secret I had only shared with two people. My baby sister. And my mentor, William McKenna. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?” a hand clasped my shoulder and I turned to see the smiling green eyes of William McKenna. “My daughter, Ariana.” “Um, I guess,” I answered, a little flustered. “She has an amazing talent.” “And a brilliant mind,” my mentor nodded proudly. “A real talent for research as well. You two should meet,” his eyes sparkled, his lips curling around the edges as he added, “I think you two would get along nicely.”

Trevino proudly pointed to her daughter who was beside her, "My daughter, Makenzie, just reached the age of 22, she has been developing in the music industry." Makenzie faced Belen and greeted her politely, "Hello, Sister."

The day I told her Kiara and I were done, something in her broke too. She stopped calling. Stopped checking on me. Her last words that day still rang clear in my head…Until you bring back Kiara, don’t call me for anything at all. “I saw her on TV the other day,” my mother went on, her tone softening just a little. “She’s doing well for herself. Very well. That made me proud. Extremely proud.” I swallowed. “And I also made my findings,” she added pointedly, “and I found out she has a daughter. A daughter, Leo. That child could be my grandchild, and I’ve never met her.”

I take a deep breath before we start to step down the stairs. “Everyone we would like to introduce to all of you, our long-lost daughter, Zarianne Andrea Marlile Villaflor. The precious treasure no one could ever replace to us with thousands of gold. The little baby we lost 20 years ago is now a stunning young lady that is so amazing in her own ways.” I heard my father said as we descend into the stairs and I heard chatters, clapping, and flashes of cameras everywhere.