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Then he added, almost as an afterthought: “Did you know Rebecca was pregnant when she died?” My world stopped. “It’s in the document,” he said. “Last page.” My fingers felt foreign as I flipped through the file again. And there, at the very end, was the test result. Rebecca. Two months pregnant. I remembered the morning sickness. The pale skin. The shakes. I’d thought it was the cancer. My stomach turned. “And the story Rebecca was imprisoned for?” I asked, desperate for something, anything, to contradict him. “Since you left prison, have you seen it reported anywhere?” Gordon countered. “Rebecca killing her stepmother. Stabbing her stepsister. Pleading guilty.” He shrugged. “Go on. G****e i

Uncle Robert visited again and we do that thing together, though it hurts, nothing hurts more when father and mother doesn't believe me or they call me crazy and accuse me of wanting to bring the family apart. Rebecca’s smile faded, her fingers froze on the page. Even then, even as a child, Alecia known so much at such an early because of what had happened to her. Now that same man roams free like je did nothing. Wherever he is, she hopes he gets his karma. Rebecca closed the book gently, her heart heavier than before. She placed the diary beside her on the desk, not ready to read more, but unable to put it back either. She glanced toward the windows, toward the distant cityscape beyond thei

Rebecca deliberately left Catherine’s hair on her comb and the floor of the hotel. The hotel staff had taken Catherine’s hair when Rebecca was not around. Soon, Rebecca would become the daughter of the owner of Soromon Island as well as the sister of the future owner of Neah Bay. By then, destroying Shaun and Catherine would just be as easy as squashing an ant. She just hoped that Sheryl’s memory would never be restored. Matthew took her to the chateau. After a short while, a married couple walked down the stairs. Rebecca had seen Sheryl in the Jones family’s photo. Only when she met Sheryl in person did she realize she looked much better in real life. Sheryl looked mature and charming. Just

Rebecca placed her phone beside her and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind still lingered on everything they had discussed. Her aunt. Seraphina. And the feeling she could not shake. Slowly, sleep claimed her. —------ At first, her sleep was going peacefully, then the dream began. Rebecca stood in a place she did not recognize. Or perhaps maybe she did. It felt like the estate. But not quite. The shadows were longer, the air colder and the silence heavier. She moved slowly, her steps echoing in a way that felt unnatural.

Rebecca was the first person I noticed the moment I walked in, the woman that had invaded my dreams and mind. The first and last time I had seen her before she walked into my study had been at my wedding. She was just a little teenager back then, a bright little blonde girl who looked like the brand ambassador for the color pink. Her father had tried to introduce her to me, but her eyes were fixed on my wife's glass heels, she didn't spare me a glance. My late wife had found her cute and couldn't stop talking about her even though Rebecca barely said a word to her or even looked at her too.

The first thing I want to notice is how much she tastes like cotton candy. I want to stare into her deep brown eyes as I cup her cheek, I will see them slowly turn red. This woman that has so much power over me will be like jelly in my hands. I will smile at her before I slowly lean into her. My hand will shake slightly; my mind will repeating the same sentence over and over. I feel like I am going to explode. I will desperately want to claim those lips. …Becca POV…

It only took her one scroll until she finally read the news posted on the E-news. 'As if stealing a painting and shooting James Miller in the head wasn't enough, Rebecca Beckett, the daughter of William Beckett, also fooled James Miller with her bad habit of shopping for luxury goods. Becky was shocked. She almost dropped the cell phone she was holding. What was that? She felt cold sweat running down her body then warm liquid began to fill her eyes, which suddenly reddened. Soon she was sobbing. How could she end up like that? Her picture in a Versace dress was well displayed in the media with a sickening caption. She should've looked pretty in that dress, but she couldn't see that beauty an

Rebecca was burning with anger. Her eyes were filling with water. She ran upstairs, but Rebecca didn't go into her room. But she went towards her office. She locked the door and sat down with the door. Rebecca grabbed her head in both her hands. 'What have I done? What will I do now?' Her head was pounding. The scene from earlier roaming in front of her eyes. His smirk. The girl with him, everything about him looked evil. And the proofs that Zach showed Rebecca.

Rebecca opened her eyes slowly and her vision was blurry. She groaned and tried to stand up but couldn't, somehow she was too weak to. She closed her eyes again and when she opened it this time around, she could see clearly. The smell of rose filled her nostrils and her brows furrowed. She managed to sit upright on the bed and her lips parted when she saw a posy of roses on the bedside table. Her eyes scanned around the room and it wasn't somewhere familiar, it was totally strange.

My phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, pulling me out of my thoughts. I reached for it, frowning at the flood of notifications. 10000+ unread messages. My stomach twisted. What was going on? I tapped on the screen, and my breath caught. BREAKING NEWS: RACHEL BEAUMONT, LONG-LOST HEIRESS, TAKES OVER BEAUMONT CORPORATION! SOCIALITE RACHEL BEAUMONT SHOCKS THE WORLD AFTER SECRET INHERITANCE REVEALED! FROM HUMILIATED EX-WIFE TO POWERFUL HEIRESS.