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Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

They’re telling. “You need your head clear,” she says softly. “She’ll be fine. We both know it.” I stare past her, toward the horizon. I want to argue — tell her she doesn’t understand — but she’s right. I’ve felt it since the moment I realized she was gone. That strange, stubborn calm. Somewhere out there, my daughter is alive. Somewhere out there, she’s under watch. And for the first time, I’m not the only one watching.

"The wind does not grab a metal door handle. Push it down. Someone is there. Someone is standing on the balcony. They are walking into my daughter's room while she sleeps." My stomach completely dropped out. The fear in her eyes was real. Justified. It was not just panic from seeing Victor Vale. This was every mothers nightmare happening live on a tiny six-inch glass screen. "Let me see " I said. I held out my hand flat on the table. "Show me the screen, Rita. Let me look at the video. Maybe I can see something you missed." She hesitated for a split second. She held the phone tightly against her chest for a moment longer. Then she slowly extended her shaking arm. Shoved the phone into my pal

I couldn't bear to hear any more. Slamming the door behind me, I locked myself in my room. My phone buzzed with a new message, the sound sharp and intrusive. I opened the message, and a video began to play. The moment I saw it, my heart stopped. Rowena's screams filled the room, and I froze, unable to move. In the video, my three-year-old daughter lay in a pool of blood, her tiny body marked with the terrible, cruel lashings she had endured. She looked directly into the camera, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Mommy... save me..."

Come in here and show me what happens to bad girls who touch their cunts in Daddy's bathroom. Bastien:... VIVIAN:That's what I thought. Fucking coward. *** FEBRUARY 22 VIVIAN: [video: 34 seconds - her watching stepdaughter p**n, phone propped so the camera catches both the screen and her hand between her legs] Research. For when you finally grow a spine. This girl's stepdad makes her call him Daddy while he fucks her throat. I came four times watching it. Bastien:You're trying to destroy your mother.

A strangled noise tore from my throat; I clamped my hand over my mouth to trap the scream that wanted out. I wanted to claw through the screen, to wrap her in my arms, to breathe against her hair and tell her the casket they lowered into the ground was empty that I was alive, that I was becoming something monstrous so I could claw my way back to her. But I could not speak. One word, one accidental sound, and the Rossi security grid would triangulate the signal in seconds. So I watched. I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep.

My hand shook on the doorknob. So that was the truth. I quietly stepped back and walked away. I stood by the window at the end of the hallway for a long time. The next day, relatives heard Mom was hospitalized and came to visit. The room was packed. Fruit baskets and flower bouquets filled every corner. Mom lay in bed dramatically talking about how hard she'd worked raising her two daughters. Sophie stood beside her, carefully helping her drink water. The perfect mother-daughter scene. Once everyone had gathered, I cleared my throat. "Since the whole family's here, tell me if this sounds fair."

Elena Vance is a young warrior trainee in the Silver Moon werewolf pack. Her mother died protecting the royal family, and her father lost his legs in the same war. Everyone expects Elena to become the personal bodyguard for Prince Kai, the future Alpha of the pack. But Kai never even looks at her or speaks to her. Elena feels completely invisible and useless. Everything changes when Alpha Lucian, the handsome and dangerous leader of the rival Bloodfang pack, arrives suddenly at their territory. Lucian shocks everyone by claiming Elena as his mate and Luna. Suddenly, Kai realizes what he is about to lose and steps up to claim Elena for himself. Elena is stuck between two strong Alphas—one who

Meanwhile, the floating comments above my head scrolled wildly across my vision. [The real daughter prepared a maid outfit as a reward for the male lead. She's already waiting for him at the hotel!] [Damn, sneaking a taste of forbidden fruit right after graduation? That's wild.] [Supporting female character, don't throw away your future for a man. Your life belongs to you. Don't become part of their little game.] I quietly exited the application page. Then I changed my university choices. Because to me, my future mattered far more than any man.

“The cloud has all the audio recordings, screenshots, and call records. If anything happens to my daughter, I want her sued for everything.” “Your daughter will be fine, Nina.” My phone’s signal was lost, and so was the internet connection to my watch. Everything looked dark below from thirty thousand feet in the air. I had no idea if Dottie was still breathing, nor did I know if her temperature had continued dropping from ninety-three degrees. I wondered if she had closed her eyes and followed behind her father as she fell asleep. I had no idea what was happening, and there was nothing I could do. Every second felt like death as I sat on the plane, gripping my phone, which had no signal.