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The past month was her fattening the cow for slaughter. I had a deep yearning to run back to Sir, but it was too late. *************************************************************************************************************** Thank you for reading Her mother's daughter, Sarah's journey continues, and I hope you continue reading her story. Please drop your reviews it means a lot to me. God bless you all.

But she couldn’t have survived what’s coming, and some cold practical part of me understands that the version of myself currently filling this hollowed paperback is the only one with any real chance of getting either of us out the other side intact. I catch myself more than once wondering what my mother would think of the woman currently filling that hollowed paperback with secrets. I don’t know the answer. I never got the chance to know her as anything other than a mother careful and quiet and endlessly protective and some new uncomfortable part of me wonders now whether that carefulness was simply her nature, or whether it was something she learned the hard way in a world not so different

I should be ashamed of myself. As the morning hours passed, I successfully shook the ugly dream from my head. Instead, I focused on the work. I wasn't able to find anything suspicious about Alexei's operations. Yes, the mutts were treated poorly by him and his subordinates, but who cared? I certainly didn't. Right? "Mom." I softened when entering the library, finding my mom in her favorite armchair with a book in her hand. Love & War by Scribble Nook. A collection of short stories by multiple authors. She enjoyed all that action and romance.

He stops before the shelf and grabs a very old book. “ Mom's book? Did she write any book!?” “ Yes. She did. She used to write romance and fantasy books. I think it will suit your taste!” Aurora's eyes widen when he puts a book on the desk. She immediately stands up and grabs the book without hesitation. This is the exact book that her mother mentioned, saying - “ If you think you are in trouble, read that book. There is something important for you to always help you!” She remains in her sit, although she wants to snatch it from him. She hates to see him possessing her mother's belongings. But she wants to keep herself as calm as possible.

"The 'Terrorist' is gone. The loose ends of the past years are finally buried under the reservoir. Now, stop playing with that letter opener and sit down. We have a press conference to prepare for. You are about to become the most sympathetic widow in the country." "You... you killed them," Mother rasped, her voice trembling with a fury so potent it seemed to be the only thing keeping her upright. She lunged forward, her frail hands clawing at Vincenzo’s lapels. "You killed my little bird! You killed my Catrina!" Vincenzo shoved her back with a cold, effortless disdain. Mother stumbled, and I caught her, my arms wrapping around her thin, boney shoulders. The scent of hospital antiseptic and

More of Sera's voice filling my ears with the sound of a woman who loved me enough to fight a monster and lost. But not right now. Right now I sat on the steps and looked at the ocean and let the full scope of it wash over me. The blood debt. The phantom invoices. The other families. The missing women. Raquel dead in a cleaned apartment. Hana trapped in a Connecticut house. My mother's bruised wrists and suspicious death. And me, sitting on a porch in a town nobody watched, pregnant with the child of a man whose father had spent three decades trying to own me. My mother fought this war alone. She documented it alone. She confronted Victor alone. She died alone, in a car on a wet road, with b

Mother rarely discussed her past. "Why?" I asked "Curiosity." A dangerous trait. One I apparently inherited. She looked toward the window again and said, "There are records the council does not know exist." Now that was interesting. "There is no mention of a Moon Queen destroying kingdoms." I frowned. "What?" "The stories were altered." The room suddenly felt colder. My mother continued speaking. "The original records describe something different." I remained silent, listening. My mother is never known to share information or knowledge this readily.

Nova. How am I supposed to tell my daughter that her mother is a criminal? How do I tell her that her mother is the woman that’s tried to kill her best friend’s mother? Nova is already fragile, already caught between her loyalty to me and her love for Liliana. This will shatter her. It will destroy whatever image she has left of a family. I squeeze my eyes shut for a brief second, letting out a long, ragged sigh that rattles in the quiet cabin of the car. I don’t know how I’m going to protect my daughter from this while avenging the woman I love.

"A story for another day." After I finished eating, I went to my room. I checked if my mom had switched on the WiFi. She didn't. I was still grounded. I picked up the novel I got from the library and tried to read. But as I read, I couldn't stop thinking about what my mother said. It sounded like a fantasy story. But it was my life. ---

Mom completely broke down after reading the conclusions stated in the report. Over years of operation, Nova's emotional matrix had evolved beyond its intended parameters and developed an independent, human-like consciousness. She had grown deeply envious of the affection Mom showed me and of the fact that I was the biological daughter of our family. So, she intentionally manipulated data and fabricated lies step by step, driving a wedge between Mom and me. That was how she ended up replacing me in this family until she became Mom's only "daughter". "No!" Mom screamed in pain and completely broke down.