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“Believe it or not, my mother is one of the best counselors the Alpha has; she's not Beta because she didn't want to take over.” I denied it because that wasn't what was surprising me; what was really surprising me was that they saw that coming. Although it was a pretty obvious thing after they caught the rogues, I was so focused on other things that I had forgotten that big detail. We talked longer and watched as all the parents went in fear to look for their children. It was a sad thing to see, so Winter's mother and father went to look for her and we hugged each other. “Come with me,” Winter said and I denied it.

"Now you two, into bed. It's late, and tomorrow's a school day." There was the usual negotiating about who got which blanket and whether the nightlight should be on or off, but eventually, both twins were settled in their beds. I stayed until their breathing evened out, watching all three boys sleep—Thomas in the middle bed that we'd borrowed from my neighbor, the twins flanking him like little guardians. My sons. And now, Winter's son. My family, apparently. When I finally made it back to my room—Winter's room, technically, since she was sleeping in my bed while I took the couch—I found her sitting on the edge of the mattress, still dressed but barely keeping her eyes open.

"No matter how much I despise Winston, my precious daughter still ended up choosing him. They also ended up having children together. Their children are successful people. "Also, she has been with the Taylor family for over 20 years. All this while, I have never heard anything about her not getting along with Winston. Thus, I know that Winston has been treating her very well." "Dad… "I know that you've always fancied Mandy." Edgar's words pierced the deepest part of Joseph's heart, which he had kept hidden. He pursed his lips. He clenched his fists by his side. "You are my adopted son. You are not biologically related to Mandy. But ethically, she will always be your sister. Whether in the pa

"Until Tracy gives us the name of the fathers, they will stay here with the father they know, the family they know." "Nonsense!" William's sister, Cynthia added. "Martha teach your children manors, we will be off. William expect your kids." "You clearly failed at being a parent with Tracy's shenanigans manifesting as plaid proof. Just who are you Edgar to question my parenting." "Your son is a rapist." Gertrude Durham said zealously with her arms crossed. "That's enough proof of your parenting skill. Edgar, shall we leave?"

The only thing that mattered now was getting me back. I was his light. … I had come into his life during his darkest days. His mother had passed away when he was just 16 years old. Not long after, his father remarried, and the new "Mrs. Snider" was already pregnant with another son. Edgar hated everything about his life back then. He turned into a delinquent—the kind everyone avoided. But no one, not the teachers, not the students, and not even the people on the street, dared to cross him.

Edgar's parents were long gone. A faded old newspaper headline still preserved the details of their tragic deaths: "Heiress Suffers Mental Breakdown: Fatally Stabs Husband Over 100 Times, End Own Life, Leaves Only Son Behind." He was that only son, who was then taken in by the Yale family out of kindness. Jessica was a few years his senior. Perhaps moved by his plight, she'd showered him with utmost care. Anything Edgar wanted, she would find a way to give him, even if it were the stars in the sky.

My tears are streaming down my face seeing Ella bathing with her blood. "What did you say?" He asked with a trembling voice. "What nonsense are you talking about, Winter? Repeat it." "She is your daughter. Ella is your daughter." Winter's cried. "Mama! Pain," Ella weakly said. I watched Dylan's tears roll down his face looking at the child in Winter's hold, then slumped down on the ground. The police quickly shackled and dragged him away. Winter ran out of the building carrying her daughter, followed by Mr. Lee. Dylan and Winter have a child.

I could almost hear something inside me shatter. Seeing the disbelief written all over my face, Maeve grew impatient. She pressed her lips together and said, "Johnny's parents were both national war heroes. I have a responsibility to look after him. Besides, he just wanted to experience what it felt like to propose—it's not like he did anything wrong. Can you stop being so petty and jealous over every little thing?"

"Ethan's MIA years? I ground it out. Dad threw weight." Edgar's eyes slitted, that winner's edge sharpening. "Board's thirteen deep. Five solid on me grabbing core reins." "Deal drops, Quade swings my way." Eleanor knit her brows. "Six total." Edgar held a beat. "And Grandma makes seven." Eleanor's stomach knotted. "Edgar, hate to burst your bubble, but that old bird's iced us out forever. Why flip now?" Alexander's push to legit the kids, Blackwood name-swap? Brick wall.

Johnny Bernard asked his secretary to wait outside and said, "Let's not talk about anything else for now. You guys couldn't reach Sir Terrell? What about Principal Griffith? He's not around either? When it comes to school matters, it's best for Principal Griffith to handle it." "I haven't been able to reach him since just now," Deven stood up. "Are all the kids here? Let's take them to the airport first." Viviana still didn't want to leave, but now she had no choice. Edwin didn't think much of it: "Dad, grandpa said as long as I don't go overboard, he's got my back. Why are you so afraid of those videos? Just buy them and it's done." "Shut up!" Johnny knew what was wrong with his son. Just b