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Gianna followed behind him, and her face was wet with tears. “Cecilia!” he demanded the moment he walked in. He held back his anger as he spoke. “Was this your doing? Gianna’s getting attacked all over the internet right now! Are you happy now?” Cecilia slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes were icy. He did not even ask about Isabella’s condition. Instead, the first thing he did was defend Gianna. This was ridiculous! Cecilia smiled and asked, “Lyon, do you know your daughter was almost burned alive at the docks tonight?”

Melanie just tightened her grip further, eyes darkening, “You better feel it and complain to Lancer later!” Lena pursed her lips, nodding her little head hurriedly as big drops of tears streaked down to her pale chubby cheeks. Melanie sighed, her grip relaxing, with expression also loosening, she gently cupped her daughter's cheeks, earnestly saying, “You know that I'm doing this for your own good, right?” A small quiet sob escaped from Lena's pouty lips but she still nodded, throwing herself to her mother's arms for a hug. Melanie hugged her daughter, though there was no expression on her face as she gently patted her daughter's head.

Then, she spoke into the camera. "Hello, everyone. My name is Julianne Carter. I'm 18 years old," she said calmly. "The man tied to that chair behind me is my father. He's also the host of this livestream." "Since I was 14, he's had cameras hidden in my room," Julianne continued. "He recorded me while I was showering, changing, and sleeping, then streamed those videos here for all of you." The chat exploded. "What?" "Is she for real?"

When Xander arrived, he stood up and turned toward us, then froze. Drake: You look so much like your mother. He wanted to rush toward me, but I dodged a step back, which made him stop. Xander gently squeezed my hand and said, Alexander: Your daughter went through absolute hell wherever she was. She has no memory of you yet, and, for goodness' sake, I'm the only one who can easily touch her right now. You have to take it slow and let her come to you.

“And you?” Amara lifted her chin, eyes steady. “My name is Amara Linton. A man I trusted stole my daughter and lied about her death. Another man decided to weaponize that grief to hurt the person protecting us. I will not be broken by their violence or their narratives. I have my daughter. We have the truth. We will use both.” There was a heartbeat of quiet that felt like a held breath. Then Rhea hit stop on the recorder. The watcher across the street lowered his camera, studying them. Measuring. Choosing. Slowly, he faded back into the stream of pedestrians, disappearing like a idea that couldn’t find an easy angle.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

Feeling incredibly wronged at his response, Amelia said, "He won't even answer my calls, Dad... I have no choice but to come to you. Phillips' livestream has already surpassed mine in viewers, I'm about to lose!" "How's that possible? She's just a nobody, how could her popularity be higher than my precious daughter's?" Campbell was somewhat surprised, then reassured her, "Amelia, don't be upset, I'll immediately notify Wesley to go help you." "Dad, besides Wesley, get all the other artists in the company to support me too!" "Many of the other artists have schedules, it might be difficult to arrange that. I'm about to start a meeting now, so I can't talk for long. But rest assured, whether it

"Selena, I'm so glad we decided to spend our day off like this. It was exactly what we needed." As we walked out of the movie theater, laughter still lingering in the air, something caught my attention. A girl, seated alone on the floor, caught in the grip of tears. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized her vulnerability and the pain etched on her face. It was my daughter, Heaven. Without a second thought, I turned to Channel and whispered urgently, "Channel, I need to talk to her. Please give me a moment." The urgency in my voice conveyed the depth of my emotions, and Channel nodded understandingly, giving me the space I needed.

Natalie was able to earn millions within a month. Her fans were currently making lewd comments in her chatroom. Suddenly, the lights went out. However, the laptop was running on battery and data, hence the live stream was still going smoothly. People watching her livestream were still able to see her on camera. In just seconds, the chatroom was flooded with comments. “Natalie, why did the power go out? Is this some kind of special performance?” “Is it a suggestive dance?” “Come on! Bust a move!”