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She used up all her savings to cover the Walkers' debt, yet it was hard for her to find a high-paying job with her music background. Yohan tracked her down and offered her a job as Julian's piano teacher, with a monthly salary of 60 thousand. "My new mommy is the best! I love my new mommy the most!" Julian exclaimed loudly in the living room. "I'm not your new mommy, Mr. Julian. Please stop addressing me as such." Emily glanced at him awkwardly. Julian was annoyed with the way she was addressing him. He hugged her legs affectionately and said, "I'll get mad if you keep calling me Mr. Julian! You have to call me Juli! You're so much more gentle than my mommy, I love you the most!"

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

“Can you see the reason I never wanted you to stay alone in that strange land,” “Nimi, I think it’s time you come back home, you’ve done enough there already!” Nimi’s mother said all in one breath as soon as Nimi answered her call. He just sent a message to their family group chat and immediately his message marked a blue tick, his mother’s call came right in.

I asked, curiously. Fetty and Lexis are searching for it. "Ahmm, Valerien Glace! But what, the others also have it." Lexis said. I don’t know them, maybe a transferee too just like that demon! "Sister, hurry up and enroll. Mom might be looking for you." Merien interrupted us. "Yes, by the way. Mama also has a F******k account. It sucks!" I said. "Eh?! Let's enroll first. So we can get out of here first, it looks like a lot of people already know you, Heart." Fetty said. "You’re be famous."

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

NANNY (adjusting the crib nearby) You’ve become the face of motherhood, ma. Everyone online is calling you strong. Beautiful. Graceful. IMANI smiles faintly, brushing her fingers over the baby’s head. IMANI They finally see me. Not just as Regan’s ex… But the one who stayed. She taps her screen—reposts a fan edit of her hospital exit with the caption: “Modern-day queen. No crown needed.” The phone buzzes. Caller ID: BLOGGER – JUICY9jaLIVE.

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“What’s wrong, kiddo?” “Uncle… I know where Mommy is,” Reno said quickly. Liam paused. “What do you mean?” “I put a tracker on Mommy’s watch. And now I saw a video from it. Aunt Nora hit Mommy!” Liam stood up from his seat. “Wait, Reno… are you serious?” “I’m not lying. Mommy is being hurt. Here’s the video!” Reno immediately sent the video to Liam’s number. Within moments, a clip less than a minute long arrived on Liam’s phone.

Maya felt her legs go weak. Marcus grabbed her. "We need to leave," he said. "Right now. We need to go." But Maya was staring at the screen. At the woman. At Nan's terrified face. At the gun in the woman's hand. Damson's mother's voice came back. "You have thirty minutes now. Not one hour. Thirty minutes. If you're not here, Nan dies. And then I'm coming for your son." The call ended. The livestream kept running. Fifty million people had just watched Damson's mother reveal she has another child.

She picked up the phone. She looked at the missed calls. Theo: 47. Amara: 32. Kai: 19. Nia: 28. Messages. Hundreds. She opened one from Nia. Mama, please come home. I can’t sleep in this house without you. The nursery is too quiet. The crib is too empty. I keep waiting for you to walk in and tell me it’s going to be okay. I need you to tell me it’s going to be okay. I love you. Please.