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I don’t know, nor do I care what his issues are, but I can’t wait to move out of my parent’s house and in with my mate. Seeing the magazine seems to have the effect I want it to have. “Stop calling me stupid. I’m top of our class, while you’re almost last. I’m not the one that made us late, again. I hope your mate is strong, both mentally and physically. After tomorrow you won’t have mommy to take care of you.” Mom turns around to step in to defend her baby boy. The good thing is I’ve gotten used to tuning her out. Focusing back on the kid's bedtime story, I always thought it was made up until my second year of Veil studies at Uni. Boy oh boy was I mistaken.

Malcolm pulled me into his arms, consoling me. “You saw how she left without sparing me a glance, I failed as a mother.” tears streamed down my face. MIRANDA I’ve been sitting in my room throughout the day. Ever since we moved to Colorado, Mum hasn’t made an attempt to register me in any school. She keeps saying she has to check and know if the place is safe for me. Honestly, I’ve become tired of constantly asking her to put me in school. I have taken to educating myself through the Internet. While surfing through youtube, looking for an online class for kids my age, I felt thirsty and reached out to the water jug in my room to pour myself a glass of water. I realized that it was empty. I ro

That’s not true! She must have been bribed by my mom! The livestream comments were already full of insults. [So we thought she was a pitiful kid, but she’s rotten to the core.] [I love seeing evil people shoot themselves in the foot. So satisfying!] [Her mom has been traumatized by her original family all these years… finally speaking out.] [I’m seriously afraid to have kids now. If I raise someone like Matilda, my life would be over.] Under pressure, I desperately connected with other relatives and friends.

“Oh I can imagine. When we had a fast mating ceremony she asked your mom if she already had a pup on the way.” “And you know she only has one volume: loud.” Mom says laughing herself. I feel bad for Mom. She wanted more pups, but they had trouble even having me. She was injured before her and my dad met, and the doctors think that may be what caused her not to carry pups to full term. She had lost 2 before me and another after me. “So what did she say that had you so flustered?” Mom pries. I let out a sigh. “She told Lindsey that we would make cute pups.” I cover my faces in my hands again as my parents laugh.

“Well, you’re not limping, so I take it Arielle went easy on you.” “She flipped me twice,” I grumbled, sliding onto the bench. "Into a wall." “She could’ve done worse. I heard she's ripped a grown man’s earring out with her teeth and plucked out his eye for a trophy.” I winced. “That’s oddly specific.” “She told me the story while we were making healing balm,” Mom said with a shrug. “Anyway.” She set the vial on the table in front of me. “This is for you.”

I have to save her. Maybe if I pull from emotion instead of force. Memories flood through me. Mom's laughter. Her strength. Teaching me to braid my hair. The way she hummed while cooking. I channel those emotions, pouring love and desperation into my magic. Nothing happens. The familiar wall inside me holds firm. Tears stream down my face as I try again, harder. Mom reading me bedtime stories. Mom holding me after nightmares. Mom's face when she said "I love you" for the last time before being taken.

In a faint voice, she asked, "If you wanted me, why didn't you just force me to marry you? You could have owned me without all this secrecy. You could have done anything to me if it meant atoning for what I did." Xavier gave a hollow laugh. "That’s exactly where the fantasy lies, Mommy. I want every single day to be a ticking time bomb for you." He patted Elara’s shoulder, then squeezed it hard before turning to leave. "Get some rest, Mommy. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day for you." To be continued...

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

Mom was a notorious madwoman at the card table. Her favorite pastime was going off the rails whenever she got worked up while gambling. During our family dinner, Mom's older sister, Tiffany Walker, praised me for being diligent and well-behaved. She said that I was bound to have a promising future now that I'd gotten into a top-tier university. Mom immediately slammed the table and snapped back, "What are you talking about, Mel? A young man like Frank who'd studied STEM still couldn't get into Horvard University. He's practically a failure!

Mom said, refilling his coffee mug while speaking in a sickly sweet voice. This unnatural and awkward harmonious picture was a lot more alarming than her loud sobbing and crying last night. What on earth was going on? Had Mom somehow found out about something? After breakfast, Mom affectionately took my arm. "Viv, come with Mom to the bank for a bit. I think there's something wrong with my card. You're familiar with these kinds of technology, so I'm going to borrow you for a bit." I felt my heart sink into my stomach at her words.