My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Without any hesitation, I stood up and snatched the child from Freya's arms. I ran frantically upstairs, locked the door, and hid in the bedroom with the child in my arms. Outside the door came the sound of knocking on the door. I could hear the concern in their voices, "Arianna, open the door, what's wrong with you..."

The world in front of me was spinning, the noises sounded as though they were the spirits from hell, fighting to take away my child.

I hid in the closet and huddled up with the child in my arms, not daring to make any sound. I whispered, "Don't take my daughter away. No one can take my daughter away..." After some time, I heard the child crying and the wardrobe was unlocked from the outside.

The light of the sun pierced my eyes, and I subconsciously hugged the child tighter.

"Arianna, I'm back."

The man's familiar and attractive voice immediately pulled me back to my senses.

I slowly turned my head and saw a face that I hadn't seen for a long time. I was lost in thought for a moment.

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be hungry. Come out first, let's feed her." He held out his hand

features getting closer and closer. It felt as though it was a dream. My whole body was light and my brain

did I suddenly wake up. Upon recognizing Hendrix, I screamed in horror, "Get out! Don't touch my child!" Hendrix furrowed his brows in shock. His well-defined hands were suspended mid- air as his voice became deep. "Arianna, look carefully. It's me. Hendrix, your lover." "Of course I know it's you. Don't try to fool me! It's all your fault. You made my son disappear. Give him back to me!" Unable to control my emotions, I roared at him crazily. Hendrix didn't give up. He adjusted his body and tried to get closer, but it only agitated me further. "Go away! Liar! Don't come over! Ah!

I saw a hand stretched out from the side

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footsteps approaching. I looked up and saw Aaron. He wore a white high-collared sweater, stood against the light, and smiled at me. He stood with Anne next to him, and she reached out her hand pitifully to me, crying, "Mom, don't you want

always the soft spot of their mothers. Upon hearing the sound of her voice, all my defenses disintegrated in an instant. I lifted one hand to embrace Anne and began

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