My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Anyone in their right mind would know how serious it was to lose three children. Mr. Lawson's voice was trembling as he ran. He didn't even hear me tell him to wait before dashing into the house and up to the first floor.

Hendrix and I both sighed in unison. It was clear that Naomi had impersonated me to pick the children up.

Just then, me and Hendrix's phone rang at the same time.

He answered it, then hung up after a few minutes of silence. His expression was no more relaxed than it had been a moment before.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Jordan." Hendrix looked coldly out of the house at the vacant lot. "He asked us to come over for dinner."

Sure enough, villains colluded. When one showed up, the other would too.

Hendrix lifted his chin and pointed at my phone with a heavy sigh. "With such coincidental timing, there shouldn't be any harassment texts."

much later, and hurriedly unlocked my phone before seeing the text message. "Mum, we're at

Wynn, but the phone number was not his. It must have been altered with

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of my mouth quirked up uncontrollably at the thought. Then, I took Hendrix by the arm and headed back inside. "Get dressed! We're going

well!" My grin widened, as if this was the first time I'd ever felt so assured about something. "Isn't it the

there was room for the occasional favoritism as long as they didn't always favor

time, I was afraid that I would be replaced without my knowledge after learning of

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mother's love. A woman who offered them affection

realize I. had. He could have asked Hendrix for

visit to Jordan's villa, I was in a different state of mind each time

maid led us to the

Napoleon cake that she had ordered from Black Angle earlier that day