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He believed the last words of her dying mother, who was human. “At her young adulthood, she would meet her fate and take her new form.” her mother's eyes turned white when she spoke. She gave up the ghost the moment she said those words, leaving him to nurture their daughter all by himself, who he raised with his sister, Mrs Beatrice, who was a hematologist. Emmett went from anger to confusion. Rose was surprised; at this point, she had shifted back, and a white cloth was used to cover up her body. She watched and listened to everything her father said with bewilderment.

Emma sat cross-legged on the living room floor, carefully arranging small stuffed animals into what looked like a protective semicircle around the baby’s play mat. “No elephants near his head,” she said seriously, adjusting one. “They’re too heavy.” Damian paused in the doorway, struck, as he often was lately, by the sheer ordinariness of it all. This was his life now. Not meetings. Not wars. Not leverage. This. “Good morning,” he said quietly. Emma looked up, grinning. “Dad.” The word still landed like a small miracle every time she said it. “Good morning,” he replied, smiling back. “Are we ready for our big debut?”

Naomi smiled. As the young mother carried the kiddy away, Naomi watched them go away. The baby was also looking at her while sucking on his little hands. Naomi immediately sighed, "So cute!" Emmitt saw her expression all the way and he started to snicker, "You like kids? Do you want us to have one too?” In the past, Naomi might have rejected to give birth to a child. But now, she was moved. She looked at Emmitt, and wondered what kind of child they would have together.

"This is all speculation." "Educated speculation." I stood, pacing with nervous energy. "But you're right. We need to be careful. Strategic." I stopped suddenly, another thought occurring to me. "The Luna." "What about her?" "If our son is adopted, she becomes his mother. Officially." I turned to face Edmund. "I've been... less than welcoming to her since she arrived. That needs to change." Edmund raised an eyebrow. "You despise her." "I despised her when she was just an inconvenience." I waved dismissively. "But if she's going to be my son's mother? If gaining her favor could help his position?" I shook my head firmly. "I can swallow my pride for my children's future."

“They were abducted.” Emma sigh has she remembered every of her conversation with Eunice and her daughter. She responded absent mindly to the greetings from every workers in the Palace. Her steps taking her closer to her Family. “You're here.”her Mum called, gesturing her into the dinning. “You came quite early today.” “I hope you're fine Mother.”Alex greets, making Emma clench her fist in Anger. He has no right to call her Mother. Luna Mitchell smiled broaden has she engulf him in a hug.

I got scratched up during the struggle, though they did not fare much better. "You're insane! How could I have given birth to something like you?" Mom cursed in rage. When I got home, my face was already streaked with tears. I could not even remember when I had started crying. Cassie ran over and held my hand, saying softly, "Aunt Dani, don't cry." I wiped my tears away and nodded firmly. "You're right, I won't cry." Although the truth was cruel, at least in this life, Cassie was still alive. I carried her to the couch and took out a DNA test report, telling her that I was her real mother.

Mason stated in a firm tone. “What do you mean by deliberately swapped?” Adriel’s eyes popped out of their socket at this sudden news. What the heck was happening? Emma was deliberately swapped at birth? “I have been close to the family Emma grew up with in the village. I witnessed everything that happened when the family gave birth to their child but they did not come home with their original child which is Maya but came home with Emma instead.” “Ho…w do y..ou mean? I still do not get it?”

“Miss Vitore?” I flinched at the use of my father’s name. A shadow fell over me. I looked up, and there was Octavious Luna. He was a tall man in his late forties who looked a lot like Cesare except he had a full head of dark hair. “Oh. Um. Hi. I’m actually Emmilia Marino.” Octavious smiled at me. “Of course, I forgot. You go by your mother’s name, don’t you?” I nodded.

He is the merchant who had helped my father in his business, things drifted apart when he was found working as a double agent for the Smiths. Emerson finishes a call hitting down a few more notes before moving on to the next, her effort is almost robotic and the soft smile that graces her lips makes a glow drawing me in like a moth, a tiger mutant moth. It's moments like this that I wonder what she's really thinking and what she's feeling. Does she hate me for what happened to her father? Or is she just clueless? If she hates me it will be hard for her to stick to her word.

It was no bluff as I was a woman of my word. Scrambling for a way out, Matthew turned his gaze on Maddie in my arms. He put on a façade of a loving father, his voice soft and sad. “Maddie, my darling. Help Daddy talk to Mommy. I know I messed up, but I promise I’ll change. We can go back to the way things were, okay? You’re always the best…” However, his show of concern only pushed Maddie further into my embrace. There were no tears left in Maddie’s eyes. She stretched her finger past my arm at the cowering girl at the edge of the crowd. It was the girl who shared Maddie’s name.