Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

The child who addressed him as mister was in actuality his son, and to have gotten to know him as a stranger at first must feel terribly upsetting and regrettable.

Words could not describe the love he felt for his son. Elliot sensed that Anastasia was behind him, so he adjusted Jared’s covers lightly and got up to leave.

Anastasia had been standing there for quite some time. She was dressed quite thinly so she was starting to feel a little cold. Elliot’s large hands warmed up her chilly ones as he pulled her back to bed.

The next day, Anastasia received a call from Francis. He called to inform her that Naomi’s court proceedings would begin on Tuesday and asked if she had time to attend. Naturally, Anastasia would make the time for it. She wanted to

witness Naomi’s downfall in person and see if Naomi truly regretted what she did.

Tuesday morning, after dropping Jared off at school, Anastasia and Elliot went over to the courthouse.

Francis was already there when they arrived, and he seemed to have worked through his emotions as he was a lot calmer this time.

had aged

There was no love and no concern at all. Naomi glanced at Anastasia, but she knew that with her here, there was no way that Francis would

to them, Naomi looked like she belonged in

it was still enough to shock and strike

behind the entire scheme were Erica,

in her seat as she heard the recount of what she had done. She saw Francis sitting there with his head lowered, and tears of anger and regret began

would always provide her a princely sum to spend every month. She was free to do whatever she wanted with it, and her daughter, the one she had hidden away all these years, was able to

did everything turn out

did she ruin her own

also ruined her daughter’s youth

future.

inside, she was hoping that her father would

one who taught her to do everything. She’s not a bad person.” Francis said nothing. Naomi had received an eighteen-year sentence. If she managed to stay alive until the end of her sentence, she would be an old woman in her seventies when

did not hear a reply from Francis, she screamed in tears, “Erica has treated you like a