Kiera' s suspicion was a dangerous spark. I couldn' t risk another close call. The next morning, Maria called me on my burner phone, her voice trembling.
"Mrs. Reese was asking about the new girl. She said you looked familiar. I told her you were my cousin, just filling in for the day. I think she believed me, but she' s watching everyone now."
"You did well, Maria," I said, my voice calm. "Here' s what you do now. Quit. I' ve deposited a year' s salary into your account. Disappear for a while."
There was a choked sob on the other end of the line. "Thank you. God bless you."
The line went dead. One loose end tied up. Now for the rest.
I called my best friend, Debi Frost. She wasn' t just my friend; she was a shark of a lawyer, the sharpest mind I knew. We met at a noisy downtown coffee shop, a place where no one would notice us.
I laid it all out. The secret house, the child, the five-year lie. I slid the flash drive across the table. Her face, usually so animated, became a mask of cold fury as she listened.
"Those bastards," she breathed, her knuckles white as she gripped her coffee cup. "All of them. Your parents, too. Aliana, we are going to destroy them."
"I don' t want to destroy them, Debi," I said quietly. "I just want to disappear. I want to leave them behind with the truth of what they' ve done."
"Leave? Aliana, you' re entitled to half of Ivan' s assets, not to mention a massive settlement from your parents for the emotional distress..."
"I don' t want their money," I said, the words tasting like ash. "Their money is what they used to buy my silence, my compliance. It' s tainted. I want nothing from them."
Debi studied my face, then nodded slowly. "Okay. If that' s what you want. A clean break. We can do that. We' ll prepare the divorce papers, cite infidelity. And a document renouncing any claim to the Donovan family inheritance. We' ll make it airtight."
As we were planning, my phone buzzed. It was an email from my mother' s assistant about the "anniversary" dinner Ivan had proposed. The location was set: a private room at The Oak Room, the same restaurant where Ivan and I had our first date. The irony was so thick it was suffocating.
But it was a detail at the bottom of the email that made my blood run cold. Debi saw my expression and leaned closer. "What is it?"
I read it aloud, my voice barely a whisper. "Please confirm Dr. Donovan' s dietary restrictions. The chef notes her mild allergy to benzodiazepines from her hospital records."
Debi' s eyes widened in horror. "Benzos? They' re going to drug you?"
It clicked into place. The dinner wasn' t a celebration. It was a trap. They were afraid that on the anniversary of their great deception, I might finally get emotional, or suspicious. They were going to sedate me, just to make sure their evening went smoothly, to ensure the placeholder didn't cause a scene.
The last flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was some twisted, misguided love behind their actions died. This was pure, calculated cruelty.
I started to laugh. It was a hollow, broken sound that had nothing to do with humor. "Of course," I said, shaking my head. "Of course, they would."
Debi reached across the table and grabbed my hand. Her grip was firm, grounding. "Aliana, you can' t go."
"Oh, I' m going," I said, my eyes hard. "I' m going to let them think their plan is working perfectly. And then, I' m going to vanish."
That afternoon, in Debi' s office, I signed the papers. The divorce petition. The legal renunciation of the Donovan name and fortune. With each stroke of the pen, I felt a chain breaking. I was cutting myself free.
I went online and booked a one-way ticket to a small, coastal town in Oregon under a new name, a name I hadn't used since I was a child in the system, before they found me. A name that was truly mine. The flight was for Saturday night, the night of Leo' s fifth birthday party. The party I wasn' t invited to. The party that would serve as my grand finale.
When I got back to the apartment, Ivan was there, humming as he packed an overnight bag.
"Just a quick business trip," he said, not meeting my eyes. "Have to fly out tonight, back tomorrow afternoon. Just in time for our dinner."
I knew where he was going. He was going to Kiera' s. To his son' s birthday eve.
"Be safe," I said, my voice soft.
He kissed me, a quick, dismissive peck on the cheek. "I love you," he said.
"I know," I replied, the words a hollow echo.
That night, I lay alone in our bed, the sheets cold beside me. For the first time in five years, the loneliness didn't hurt. It felt like freedom. I was no longer Aliana Donovan, the long-lost daughter, the happy fiancée. I was a ghost in my own life, counting down the hours until I could finally disappear.
My Husband's Lion Ate My Son
My husband was a world-renowned top animal trainer, running a famous exotic zoo. Even the fiercest beasts were as docile as cats in his presence. But on the day he took our son Jeffry to visit the zoo, the lion, which was his favorite, suddenly broke out of its cage and swallowed our boy whole. In the morgue, I held my son's mutilated body and cried until I fainted, while he rushed back to the zoo overnight to soothe the frightened lion. "Bethany, the little lion is usually so well-behaved. This was just an accident. Everyone has their own destiny. I am also very sad, but the past is gone. We must look forward." It wasn't until I saw on the surveillance that he was comforting the new female manager, whispering, "Cathleen, I'm not blaming you for not reporting the broken cage on time. Everyone in the zoo faces risks of injury; Jeffry just had bad luck." In that moment, I felt the blood in my veins freeze. It turned out that the person who caused our son's death was the father he admired the most. I turned off the surveillance and donated his prized little lion to the national zoo for free. Then, I sent my son's photo to my connections in the underground network, "Make them face the consequences."
The Heiress They Betrayed
Everyone in the city of Westrington knew that Claire Harrington, the youngest daughter the Harringtons found and brought back years ago, was the fiercest woman in town. Her husband, Gavin Fulton, wasn't just the only heir to Fulton Group-he was also the most sought-after surgeon in the entire city. They pampered Claire, let her run wild, and gave her everything she ever wanted. Her older brother, Graham Harrington, had her back at the company. He once swore publicly that the company would always belong to Claire, and he was just the one making money for her. The only one who ever encouraged her to step out of her comfort zone was Nina Harrington, the "wrong heiress" raised in Claire's place. Nina told her to be independent, to stop relying on others. Claire laughed it off, thinking Nina was just overthinking everything. Until the news hit-Nina had been stabbed in the Harrington Group underground garage. Claire rushed to call the one person she trusted most-Gavin. But the reply from the hospital shattered her. Gavin was in surgery... saving the man who'd attacked Nina. Even her brother Graham redirected all available medical staff to ensure the attacker survived. Claire screamed. She begged. She dropped to her knees, pleading with them to save her sister. But Graham simply ordered someone to restrain her. "Claire, calm down, would you? She's not even your real sister. Even if you lose her, you still have a husband and a brother who love you. But Marissa... she's different. And that man we're saving, he raised Marissa for over twenty years!"
Luna Unbound
In my fifth year as his Luna, I remained a virgin. Yet after my sister, married for three years without a child, was sent back to the tribe, Phillip Elliott suddenly suggested having a pup. My wolf always sensed his coldness. After deep thought, I decided to have a serious talk with him, but I overheard him speaking with his Beta. "Rosalyn injured herself saving me and can never bear pups. To secure her place as Luna in that tribe, we need an heir. I can't watch her suffer. Kaitlin's womb is better suited to carry the Alpha's bloodline. Once she bears a pup for Rosalyn, I'll compensate her for life and make her the true Luna, giving her my heir." So, I was just a womb to him. My chest felt ripped apart. Fine, I'd let them have their way. I returned to my foster parents, cutting all ties with Phillip. But why did the man who never loved me beg like a madman for my return?
The Forgotten Neighbor
At seventeen, Beatrixa Watson and her neighbor Maverick Fuller tasted forbidden fruit, hiding their romance from everyone. That day, she nervously held her homework, seeking his help. Her budding affection burned too brightly. He noticed her feelings and gently coaxed her to lift her skirt. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt," he said. Her unease and resistance melted under his charming, tender smile. After that day, whenever Beatrixa visited him next door, his voice carried a teasing warmth. "I worked so hard helping you with your problems, Bae. How about a little reward for me?" Her cheeks flushed as she agreed. When passion took over, he always kissed her forehead. "Bae, you're so good. I really like you." He promised to go public with their relationship once she got into his university. But when she arrived at his house, clutching her acceptance letter with excitement, his careless, mocking voice stopped her cold. "The only one I care about is Bailee. Beatrixa's just the neighbor girl. If Bailee hadn't been abroad as an exchange student this past year, and if Beatrixa didn't look a bit like her, I'd never have been with someone as overweight as her. Now that Bailee's back, it's time to ditch this problem."
Regret of the Mafia King
Luna Hayes accidentally saved Liam Moretti, the heir to Ravenwood's largest mafia family. People whispered his name with fear. They said he was merciless, ruthless, a devil in business... and even worse in bed. Yet this very man would kneel to help Luna put on her heels, afraid to hurt her. In bed, he was always gentle with her-so much so that he kept a sex slave just to satisfy his darker desires. But everything changed the moment Liam decided to let that slave carry his child.
After Being Jilted, I Married His Rival
For ten years I planned our dream wedding-over and over-while my CEO fiancé Kody Morgan found ways to miss every single one. Ever since Tonya Buckley, his childhood sweetheart, returned to the country, my wedding had become a ticking time bomb. She caused a scene on the eve of my wedding, and Kody always stood me up. This last time, Tonya cut her finger, and a few drops of blood spilled dramatically. Kody anxiously ran red lights, risking everything to rush her to the ER, insisting the doctor check her carefully. Meanwhile, I faced the guests' derisive stares and received only Kody's dismissive excuse. "Does it have to be today? We've canceled the wedding so many times already, let's reschedule for next weekend. Tonya passes out at the sight of blood, so I need to stay with her. I really hope you understand." He reminisces about their childhood bond, granting Tonya every request, while neglecting me. Actually, I didn't have to marry him. When his absence became a pattern, I chose a man who'd actually appear.