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Nodding in response, Wade then said, “I’m sure of it! I won’t let you down! Though… I hope that you’ll also keep your part of the deal if I succeed… About starting a new life with me once all this is dealt with…” Smirking, Sophia then said, “If you succeed, I’ll definitely keep my word.” Eyes widening in excitement, Wade ultimately replied with an enthusiastic nod… Moving back to Xavia, she was currently on a call with Yulia, and the girl was saying, “You’re currently dating Future Daddy, right, Mommy? Work hard to make a baby so that I can have a sweet little sibling, alright?”

said Wade while laughing. Wilbur pondered for a moment and said, "Just tell me straight. How can this end?" Wade sighed, then said with a frown, "I didn't want to trouble you, but you should know that Susan Yown's son is the Deputy Director of the Land and Resources Department. This land is under his jurisdiction. You offended his mother, so it's hard to resolve." "Oh? What should I do, then?" Wilbur pretended to look nervous, and he felt like he should win an Oscar.

Wade nodded, feeling irritated because he hadn’t seen Delanie, so Giovanni asked, “If given the chance, would you still sacrifice yourself for Therese?” “Don, she’s my everything. Please, tell me where she is,” he pleaded, about to remove the tubes when Giovanni prevented him, instead pressing the call button. A doctor and a nurse entered, checked on Wade, and confirmed he was doing fine, although the anesthesia hadn’t completely worn off. Giovanni then began to speak. “I’m glad to hear everything you’ve said, because, your wife happens to be my daughter,” he revealed, and beeping sounds filled the room. Wade was unconscious from the shock.

Summer woke up to my parents hugging each other in tears. She said mockingly, "You can drop the act. Even if Sienna is alive, she won't want to be your daughter. You two were much crueller than I was. Sienna wouldn't have been so miserable if it weren't for you two." Summer no longer cared about anything. Every single sentence she said was to provoke them. In the end, my parents left the hospital in a huff. They spent the next few days handling my funeral.

Callan panicked and quickly went home. I learned shortly after, there was no emergency. His father set the engagement preparations forward behind his back and ordered him to marry Alpha’s daughter. She apparently had been eyeing Callan for years since they were kids. Callan said he could not tolerate her; she had always had it in her mind to become Luna. I was heartbroken again, and I was not surprised. I was hurting to find out that Callan again rejected his father’s arrangements. Alpha Bryson had him beaten and thrown into the dungeon.

Luciana's Point of View Shame settled into my bones, like lead that weighed me down until I could barely follow Mikaela out into the hallway. They were right. All of them. I had pushed Katharine too far and I knew it. She might have been my daughter and I wanted nothing but the best for her but pushing her until her breaking point had been a stupid mistake. One I would never make again. I wanted nothing but the best for my daughter. The best and brightest future possible, but Julian had been right in being so angry. Maybe I had acted like Adrian today.

“ I’m 21 and I am not a fucking child!” This is the first time that I have raised my voice to him. He always deemed me as someone who will always obey his command but I needed to live my own life. He's depriving me of my freedom and I am a fucking model. How can I attend my photoshoots if I am here, cage in this house? “ And you’re my daughter. The President’s daughter! Your scandal is a stain on my name. Tell me, aren’t you happy with all of these things?”

he explained as I gave his phone back with my number in it. When he got in the driver's seat I waved to my daughter and watched him pull off. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my weird smile. Then, I walked into Tillie’s unit and she was waiting for me on the couch. “So what’s up?” I asked. “Brooklyn was killed last night.” Oh shit.

"We all make mistakes, and that’s okay. What matters is that you have a heart full of love, and that’s something truly special. You are perfect to me, just as you are. You are my daughter, and I am so proud of you." Tears pricked at the corners of Anna’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love. She had spent so much of her life feeling unwanted, unloved, and now, here was this man—this father—telling her that she was perfect just as she was. It was almost too much to take in, but in the best way possible. "I’m proud to be your daughter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she squeezed his hand.

"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.