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Mum yelled. "You really need to calm down, honey," Dad tried to pacify her, but she was hearing none of it. I pushed myself up and sat down, watching the drama without bothering to say a word. SLAP! Mum's palm landed on her cheeks. She shrieked loudly and attacked Mum. A fight broke out. Mum's palm landed on her cheeks. "Your wife slapped me!" Dad's sister's high-pitched voice sounded. She pulled mum's hair and soon, they began to fight.

She hates flying. “Thanks, momma, for coming.” I told her after giving her a giant hug. My mom gives the best hugs. Maybe because she’s so soft and big. Although if I tell her that, she’ll probably whoop my ass. But who wouldn’t be a bit bigger if they could eat her cooking every day? Momma always says she’s not fat, just curvy. But her doctor told her last month she needed to stop putting so much salt in her food or she’d be at risk for a heart attack.

Present •.•Skylar•.• “Boys, sex, parties… you should have fun,” Mum said and I stifled a sigh as Dad carried my suitcase out of the car’s trunk while Mum kept talking my ear off. “I mean it, Sky. You’re in college now, it’s time to get a life. Have fun. Get yourself a boyfriend and have sex.” Mum continued, her voice loud enough that I was sure everyone heard it. I rolled my eyes. Jesus, this was embarrassing. Not to mention the weird looks people were already casting my way.

"You're in no position to order anything, Célia. Master Kassian anticipated your... reaction. Get in. We need to talk." Fear transforms into cold anger. I take a step back, ready to throw myself into the bushes, to climb the gate if necessary. "I'm not going anywhere with you." "Your mother lives at 17 Rue des Jardins, doesn't she? The small building with wisteria on the façade. She gets home from her night shift around midnight, alone." The blood freezes in my veins. The anger dies, replaced by absolute terror. "If you hurt her..." "No one will hurt her," he interrupts calmly. "For now. Get in. This conversation isn't over."

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

I told her to find the real father, and I walked away before she could see what it cost me. Richard Hartman walked in three days later with a threat and left with five million, and at the time I thought I was burying a lie. Now I wasn’t so sure, because the woman who stood in front of me today wasn’t angry the way people are when their schemes unravel. She was angry the way people are when something has been done to them, something precise, something they haven’t forgotten a single detail of, and the hatred in her eyes had nothing to do with money.

He was the hockey captain, the future Alpha everyone whispered about, built like a god and twice as cruel. She just wanted a quiet evening, a shower and maybe some food if her mom had bothered to cook but the house wasn't quiet… From upstairs, the sounds hit her like a wave. The steady creak of the bed frame, her mother's breathy, broken moans floating down the hallway and deep, masculine groans that vibrated with raw pleasure...the unmistakable wet slap of skin meeting skin, hard and rhythmic. Ashley's face burned as she stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, heart pounding, the moans grew louder, more desperate. Her mother cried out sharply, "Oh god... yes, harder..."

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

"How much did my mom pay you? I'll double it. Now get out." I'd barely stepped into Jace's office before he threw that at me. Wow. We spawned straight into nightmare mode. No wonder he was the hardest guy in Bayford to crack. The second I thought about those ten properties, my motivation came roaring back. Didn't matter how impossible he was. For ten properties, I'd crawl through hell smiling. I pressed my lips together. "You already know your mom paid me to be here, so why waste money offering double?"

I added, using my finger and thumb to measure an inch gap. “A hot Avenger, huh?” Mom muttered as she typed something into her phone. I watched, in a fit of giggles as Mom Googled who Thor was. Her eyes focused on the screen, her brows furrowing with deep concentration. She must’ve found an image of Chris Hemsworth in his costume because she suddenly grinned. “Oh yeah ... I can see it,” she agreed. We heard a light tapping on the door. Mom was busy scrolling through the images of Chris, too engrossed to notice anything else.