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Horace looked at Jessica, his disappointment barely hidden. "You deserve to be punished. How could you do something like this?" He had always known Jessica was a bit headstrong and cunning, but when Wendy told him she had hired thugs to kidnap people, he refused to believe it. He simply couldn't accept that his daughter could be so cruel at her core. As the head of a wealthy family, Horace was proud of his lineage. Jessica's mother, Brittany, came from a prestigious background as well. With such strong bloodlines, how could they have made someone like Jessica?

"Now, for those who were drugged, are you certain this is the lady who served you food?" "Yes, Alpha, but she had blonde short hair," I looked at Jessica. She had long black hair mixed with red. "Jessica, do you have a twin sister?" I was compelled to ask, and she nodded. "No, I don’t. I grew up with my late mother and father. They are both deceased, and I was never told about having a twin or another relative," she replied, deepening my confusion. The case was becoming more complex with each passing second. I looked at Gabby, she held my hands and smiled, helping me regain composure.

Jessica said as she bends to whisper into her ear with pleasure. “Please let me go! Rebecca has nothing to do with this. Deal with me all you want.” Charlotte’s voice broke, tears streaming down her face. “Oh yes, she does. Because Rebecca is also Sophie's child.” Jessica’s eyes flashed with delight. Charlotte looked at her in shock, and confusion “What?” “Let me tell you a little secret about your goddamn mother. As you well know, that cocky boy Ethan is a Miller from your mother, but Rebecca and you are from Sophie. Surprise?” Jessica's voice was mocking, her smile cruel.

The one I never even knew existed. "Why are you showing me this?" I asked quietly, not looking at him. Damian’s footsteps moved closer, his presence looming behind me like a shadow. He didn’t answer right away. “Because you need to understand,” he said finally, his voice close, too close. “You are the last of your kind, Jessica. You have power. You are the last hope, you could stop this all and bring back our lineage. The Slythes will thrive again, we'll breath again.”

“No. I’m not. When I was still little, my mom would drive me to the zoo every Saturday. She used to tell me that once my father did return, he would bring me a wild cat. Well, they were all lies but I still believed that he would come back someday. And when I had the thing growl, I was definitely driven back to all my moments with her.” “It’s the first-time I’ve heard you talk about your mother.” Vivana turned to gaze into Jessica’s eyes. “How was she?” “My mom’s! They were a very lovely and intelligent ladies. Free spirited. Both had so much love for this country and with every single minute, they wouldn’t want to not serve their government.” Explained Jessica with tears almost rushing out

"She’s not as innocent as you think dad." Valeria rubbed her temples in frustration, "The only one being manipulated here is you, Jacob. By that bitch Jessica, she has no talent, no skills, she is nothing but a parasite." "Don’t call her that!" Jacob barked angrily at his mother, "Jessie is the true daughter of the Collins family. Ivory is just an adopted stray whose origins no one knows, my real fiancee is Jessie not that vixen Ivory."

I was mind-blown by this interaction, I whispered to her, "He totally has a crush on you." "I know, I might consider making him my sugar daddy when I am 18." Jessica replied nonchalantly. "Yeah, right. He won't even be able to afford the toothpaste you use." I laughed. Jessica hailed from a rich family, her father was a celebrity realtor and her mother was a fashion designer for a luxury brand.

"She told Alison everything, and you're still defending her? How could Alison have given birth to a son like you?!" Josh stared at Jessica in disbelief. How could this be? Jessica had always said she just liked his dad and never asked for anything else. Why would she go and tell his mom? Clutching her throat and struggling to breathe, Jessica suddenly laughed. "Was I the one who told you two to abandon that blind woman by the roadside? You were the ones who killed Alison, yet now you're taking it out on me?" Her gaze flicked between father and son. "I admit I got close to you on purpose. That's why I went to that prestigious kindergarten to teach. I was there looking to hook up with a rich m

she pointed the dagger at Ethan’s bleeding body “he knows everything.” Jessica, Years Before,.. Jessica was younger then, barely twenty. She wore pearls around her neck, her dress neat and proper. To the world she was the daughter of Senator Carlisle, beautiful, privileged, untouchable. But beneath that mask, Jessica had been desperate. She sat at her father’s long dining table, staring at the man across from her. His name was Victor Hale. He was older, heavyset, with hands too quick and a laugh too loud. His eyes lingered on her too long. Her father had called him “a business ally.” Jessica had known better.