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But at least I had saved my family. Mom breathed a sigh of relief beside me. Dad, on the other hand, was so angry that he flipped the Christmas dinner table over. Then, he tore apart the princess dress he had bought for me and stomped on it. It was the latest design. He had bought it because I had lingered on it a little too long in the store. He had spent half a month’s salary to buy it for me. I forced back my tears and made myself look away. What hurt even more was my throat. Those hits from my mother had driven the fish bone deeper.

My chest felt warm, steady. *** Two years later, news about Zoey popped up. After getting out of prison, she'd become the mistress of a wealthy man in his sixties. His wife had her dragged out and beaten in the street. The video spread fast across local social media. I paused on it for two seconds. Then I swiped away, calm. Another year passed. My mom got out of prison. She had breast cancer. The surgery cost twenty thousand dollars. Sick and shaking, she showed up outside the Brighton estate, begging to see me. Security tried to escort her away more than once, but she wouldn't leave.

“They’re not even subtle.” I leaned closer, eyes locked on the glow. “Ten million dollars for a single canvas. My mother left more than art behind. She left proof—something worth fighting wars over.” “Wars?” Daniel laughed nervously. “That’s dramatic.” I gave him a look. “Is it? Vivienne stole my son’s voice in a courtroom. Jonathan stood by and let her. Don’t you think they’d burn the world if it meant control?” He didn’t answer. The cursor blinked again, patient, insistent. Waiting for me to decide. My throat tightened.

Sadie simply shook her head, her face the picture of innocence. What she said next stunned everyone into silence. "I made everything with my breast milk. I even mixed a bit into the coffee, which is why it tastes so rich. Don't you know a mother's milk is blood transformed into life-giving nourishment? So, tell me, isn't ten thousand a fair price?"

Rose had a nice body that brought out her shape when she wore dresses. She wasn’t comfortable in the clothes because it wasn’t her style. She mostly wore oversized clothes because she didn’t like the attention she got when she wore fitted dresses. “Your total is $539,” the receptionist said. “Ahh, Sonia, that’s way above my budget. I can’t spend more than my salary on clothes.” Sonia brought out an ID card and showed the woman, and she gave her a receipt immediately. They took the clothes and left without paying a dime.

-Why don’t you start by imagining my fingers trailing down your body, slowly, until they reach the spot where you’re aching for attention? I bit my lip, feeling myself getting turned on already. I closed my eyes and took off my top and then my bra, discarding them on the floor. I reclined into my bed, but then I sprang up and walked over to my door. I turned the key in the keyhole, locking the door. I didn't want my mom to walk in on me like last time. Before getting on my bed, I took off my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I ran my hands from my stomach till I got to my boobs. I swirled my right nipple between my thumb and my index finger and the pleasure shot through my body

“Absolutely shameless! Everyone, let’s weigh in here. What kind of mother raises her daughter to become a mistress? What kind of mother lets her daughter get pregnant and ruin another family? “And now she’s here demanding compensation? Shame on you! Ari hasn’t even sued your daughter for bigamy, and you have the audacity to show your face here? Your daughter’s shamelessness clearly runs in the family!” Mrs. Rockett’s sharp tongue was unmatched. The crowd around us began murmuring and pointing fingers at the old woman. However, the woman clearly had thick skin. She continued to stand firmly in front of our car. I knew it was my moment to step in.

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"