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Axel Blackwood had a mother, a powerful family, but legally, no father. Jane stared at the screen, her fury cooling into something harder. This wasn’t the story of a strong single mother. To her, it was a weakness, a secret. A woman who had a child with a man she didn’t know. A slow smile spread across her lips, ignoring the ache in her cheek. "So, the perfect Mandy Blackwood has a stain after all." Picking a fight in a bathroom was beneath her. Getting arrested for assault was for common people. She was Jane, soon to be Zayn’s wife, carrying his heir. She would act with caution.

Otherwise, why hadn’t the Greyson family’s eldest son managed to win her back after all these years, even with a four-year-old child? Zachary opened his notes app and wrote down everything carefully. Jane leaned over curiously. “What did Dr. Mayes say?” “She just reminded me of a few things to watch out for.” Jane rested her head on his shoulder. “You can just ask me. When Charlotte was pregnant, I read tons of books and watched documentaries.” Zachary finished his notes and put his phone away. “Share them with me. I’ll take a look too.” Jane thought about how nervous he had been, sweating buckets earlier. She decided it was best not to let him watch those documentaries—it might keep him up

Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

Mara’s face lit up instantly. “Jane!” she said, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around a woman who looked… polished. Jane hugged her back, one arm careful because she was holding a stack of books, leather-bound, heavy, the kind people carried to look important. “Good to see you outside your cave,” Mara teased. “Though judging by those books, you’re about to disappear again.” Jane smiled, tight and controlled. “Probably,” she said. “But I’ll make time for you two. I always do.”

All the nights of binge watching ‘The Conjuring’, ‘It’ and ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ came rushing back to her like a smothering tidal wave. She had a hard time finding the switch, her hands were shaking too much but finally, the porch light went on, spilling a warm yellow glow onto…Jane! Of all people! “Open the door! It’s me, Jane!” A chorus of four letter words exploded from Marie’s lips and she threw the tissue box away to yank open her door. “What in the world! Oh…” A cheque flew in her face and Marie blinked and her eyebrows twitched. It was a one million dollar cheque with her name on it. A ONE MILLION DOLLAR CHEQUE!

Ted felt like he was getting to know Jane, and he was amazed by the depth of her emotions. The diary reveals Jane's struggles with Ted's mother, her feelings of isolation and loneliness in the mansion, and her deep love for Ted. Ted's eyes welled up with tears as he read about Jane's pain and heartache. A part of her diary that got him was, “My husband's mother thought I’m a gold digger. How can I prove to her I’m not what she thinks I am? Should I reveal the secret I buried in my heart? Ted's eyes widened as he read the passage, his mind racing with questions. What secret could Jane be hiding? Why had she never mentioned it to him before? He felt a pang of guilt for not being more supportiv

“That bitch! How did she get so rich? I am sure, she married someone richer than us! She sold her body for money—” “We are still not sure if Ms. Ambers is Jane. Also, I came here to eat dinner with my family, not talk about business matters. Ms. Brown, if you want to talk about something that is not relevant right now, the door is open and you’re free to leave.” Gray put an end to the chaos. Geraldine Moore was interrupted by her one and only son, Aerah had a disbelief expression on her face, while Gray’s whore had her cheeks red with embarrassment. I was the only one who remained calm and composed.

Jane told Marisa with a smile tugging at her lips "I hope this makes for an interesting little story—" Jane felt cold splashes of water thrown at her and immediately closed her eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her entire right side was damp. Her mouth wide open as she gasped "Oh Lord!" There is the problem like this where she can comes as she pleases and goes as she pleases that she mean….

She threatened me and I laughed mockingly. “Oh really? You really think you can land me in jail? It seems you don’t really know me. Let me refresh your memory. I am Jane, just Jane. I don’t belong to anybody, I don’t belong to any leverage. I am just me. And nobody messes with Jane. You know why? Because I know all your little secrets that can make you look terrible in front of the judge. Now, to avoid wasting words with you, I will just send you the documents on your W******p phone and you go through it. So you see what I know about you is heavyweight and trust me, you don’t want the entire country to know it. Because you will be spending the rest of your life in jail.” I threatened her bac

She only look at him like he was growing to heads and why on Earth was he asking for her mother when they're sleeping in one room. "I don't know and why would I care?" Jane responded, glaring at the old man's question thinking it's absurd to ask her about her whereabouts and besides Flora Adair, her mother was a busy woman though she's head over heels over Marcos. She would never forget her responsibilities to the Adair family after their father died, but being married to that old bastard is not ideal for them. The old man hissed and walk towards the door past her, glancing at what she was doing, shaking his head. Jane is shaking her head thinking where's her Mother gone this time.