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“Ms. Rivera?” I turned. A woman in her forties approached, her brown hair neatly styled, her emerald dress exactly right for her skin. Her face was friendly in the way of someone working hard not to let that friendliness touch too deeply. From the smile and the shape of her eyes, she was still part of the Jamesson family. Maybe an aunt. Maybe an older cousin. In a family this large, everyone could be a committee. “Sasha Rivera,” she said, shaking my hand. “I’m Margot Jamesson. Noelle told us to watch for you.”

she gently voiced out as she clasped her hands behind her. While wondering what to say next, a little silence seeped in. To ruin that quietness, I asked, “Where’s Raya?” “In the room. Working on her homework.” “That’s good.” Shit. Awkwardness was starting to slip in too. “I bet she’s adjusting well and-” “I heard about your mother,” she butted into my terrible attempt at small talk. “How is she?” “Uhm, I…” I have to be careful at this moment. Sarah was rarely attentive towards me. “She’s still unconscious. It turned out you weren’t lying about my father and Rosaline. I can’t believe them. To think-”

Raf replied. Saraya nodded and studied his face keenly. She realized that he had his father’s features, but his eyes belonged to his mother. Phoenix and Rafael were carbon copies of their father, while Miah had taken their mother’s features. “Your mother is beautiful,” Saraya murmured and kept rubbing her finger over his mark. Raf heard her and turned his face to the other side. Saraya raised her face and looked at the side of his face. “Do you hate her?” Saraya asked, but Raf shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment.

Rafael turns back to me, his eyes carrying a weight they didn’t have before. “She says your fiancé is a piece of shit.” My head jerks back in surprise. “Excuse me?” Rafael shrugs, fighting a grin. “Mothers never get straight to the point. But the summary is—she wants her daughter back.” “Daughter?” “Sara González.” The name comes as a surprise. Of course it has to be Sara. Who else would it be? “Why do you think I have her?” Rafael relays my words in Spanish. His mother responds.

Rose has always had an expensive taste, a rare one at that, and she often ditches men she finds either too clingy or too arrogant, her standards high and unwavering. “Hello, ladies -” Just as we settle into the comforting rhythm of our conversation, Rafael joins us uninvited, his presence casting a shadow over our peaceful moment. “Are you here to have a conversation about babies and diapers?” Rose, ever the bold one, manages to handle his sarcasm with grace and composure, her sharp wit and quick tongue keeping him in check. “You don’t seem like the kind of woman who talks about diapers and baby bottles -” he winks. Despite Rafael's disruptive presence, the bond between Rose and me remains u

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

"Rosie, are you really unwilling to acknowledge me as your mom?" Rosie shook her head. "I'm not willing!" Lillian flew into a rage out of sheer humiliation. She grasped Rosie's hand and pointed at Vivienne. "Do you think she'll be a good mother? Listen here, she's just a liar! She and your dad aren't even married. Their marriage certificate is fake!" After hearing that, Rosie looked at Vivienne and me in disbelief. "Dad, is Ms. Harmon telling the truth?" Lillian gasped. "Rosie! What did you just call me? Why are you calling me 'Ms. Harmon'?"

---------------------Los Angeles, California. -------------------------------Valentine residence, next morning, 10:00am. " Wait Mother, you knew about it this whole time?" " Yes and I'm not at fault for not saying anything, I didn't know that the person who raised Zarah was ever going to work with the green viper and besides I promised her that I wasn't going to tell anyone about it" Mother answered as she collected Kimberly from Sophia's. We all sat round a table in Sophia and Ethan's patio, trying to enjoy the morning breeze and talking.

"You will see..." Damian scoffed. "Stop it both of you..." Sarah scolded. "Where is Rosa?.... Skyler go to the aisle..." She said. "I'll bring her..." Damian said and walked away after pecking Rose's lips. "We are finally going to become a family..." Sarah said excitingly to Rose. "Yes!... How is your health now..." Rose asked. Sarah looked at Xavier and her smile fell. It's been chaotic but everything is fine now. Still can't tell him that I remember everything.

Standing before him was a frantic mother who would not rest until her daughter was safe—a woman who refused to listen to logic where her child was concerned. Tae opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word, a loud shout echoed from the top of the stairs. "Mum! Mum, come quickly, I found something!" Rose froze, along with everyone else in the room. Her head snapped toward the staircase as Richard’s voice called out again, even more urgent this time. "It's about Sarah! Quickly, come!" "That's Richard," Rose gasped. She instantly let go of Tae’s shirt, leaving him standing there as she spun around and sprinted toward the stairs.