And from that love... you ca into this world.
You, my sweet girl, were never a mistake. You were my miracle. My heartbeat.
But things turned cruel.
I later learned... he never ant to fall for . He thought I was soone else—my twin sister, Liliah. He loved her deeply, and when the truth ca out, he hated the idea of betraying her. He didn’t want anyone to know he’d been with ... so he tried to erase .
He wanted to keep loving her without guilt.
I was devastated. I ran. Hid.
But it got worse. His father, a dangerous man, found out about us. To control his son, he made a will—declaring that only if your father married , he would inherit everything.
And then... they turned against .
I felt eyes following . Threats around every corner. I knew... they would rather see gone than let live with that power. I was scared. I knew I didn’t have much ti.
That’s why... I did sothing no mother ever wants to do.
I placed you in an orphanage. I kissed your forehead one last ti while you were asleep and walked away, sobbing like my soul was being torn apart.
Not because I didn’t want you. But because I loved you too much to see you hurt.
I knew after I died, all the legal power and properties would transfer to you. And they... they wouldn’t stop. They’d co for you too.
I wanted you to have a chance. A simple life. A life where you could smile, dream, and grow without being hunted.
Forgive , Lilith. Forgive your mama for the life you had to grow up in. I didn’t abandon you. I protected you the only way I could.
And if the stars ever let you read this letter, I pray you rember:
You are loved. You were always loved.
And even from the other side of the sky, I will be with you.
With all my heart,
Your Mama ]
Lilith’s face was unreadable as her eyes moved over the letter again and again. The paper trembled slightly in her hand, but her expression remained blank—like her soul had frozen sowhere between grief and rage. Her lips parted a little, but no sound ca out. Her breathing was quiet, but heavy, like she was holding sothing back.
Beside her on the couch, Krystal had already broken down. Tears stread down her cheeks as she clutched a decorative pillow tightly to her chest, trying to stop the shaking in her voice.
"I can’t even believe it..." she whispered through sobs, wiping her face clumsily. "He used to pamper her so much... hold her hand in college, call her his everything. He made her feel like the only woman in the world..." Her voice cracked. "And he... he actually... tried to have her killed?"
Krystal covered her face with both hands and cried harder. Her shoulders shook, and the guilt that had been buried for years finally spilled out. "She never told how bad it was. She just vanished. I thought she left to be with him or... maybe started a new life. I didn’t know she was running for her life..."
Lilith’s grip on the letter tightened.
Even now, she didn’t speak. But her eyes... her eyes were no longer blank. They were burning.
Burning with a pain that couldn’t be shown in tears.
Burning with a rage that had been passed down silently, from mother to daughter.
Krystal froze when she saw that look in Lilith’s eyes—cold, sharp, and glowing like a fla that had just found oxygen.
Her heart dropped.
"Please... Lilith..." Krystal whispered, her voice trembling as she reached out and gently held Lilith’s wrist. "Don’t provoke that man. He’s not like others. He’ll... he’ll kill you without even blinking. You don’t understand what he’s capable of."
But Lilith didn’t even flinch. Instead, a slow, dark smile spread across her lips. Not one of joybut of realization. Of purpose. Of sothing deep and dangerous finally waking up inside her.
"He already tried to kill ," Lilith said softly, her voice low but steady—almost amused.
Her smile widened just a little, but her eyes were far from playful.
At that mont, an uneasy shiver ran down Krystal’s spine.
This girl...
She looked like him, there was no doubt. The sa sharp cheekbones, the sa cold elegance, the sa commanding presence. But there was sothing else too. Sothing far more frightening.
Her eyes.
Those piercing blue eyes didn’t look human anymore. They looked like they had found fire—like they had stared into the truth and now refused to look away.
And that smile—Krystal had seen it before.
Not on the man Lilith so-called father.
But on Daisy.
Her old friend, her college sister... that sa playful, dangerous smile when Daisy was pushed into a corner and suddenly found sothing worth fighting for.
Krystal swallowed hard. A strange fear crept up her throat, making her voice falter. She had co to care for Lilith, but this girl standing before her now wasn’t just a long-lost daughter of tragedy. She was sothing else. A storm waiting for the right mont to break loose.
Wanting to distract her—anything to ease the growing intensity—Krystal quickly spoke, her voice a little too bright, "Oh! And your mom... she bought an apartnt secretly years ago. It’s under my na. I’ve never been there, but she told to give you the keys soday. Maybe you’ll find sothing there?"
She turned abruptly, not waiting for a reply as she rushed to her bedroom.
Lilith didn’t say a word.
She simply sat there in the living room, legs crossed, arms resting calmly.
***
On the other hand, Loki was shalessly sprawled across Rose’s soft bed, his little paws stretched above his head as he rolled lazily from one side to the other. The fluffy pink blanket was so comfortable it almost made him purr but of course, a great being like him didn’t purr... he simply exhaled in satisfaction.
"Hehehe..." he giggled to himself, his tail flicking with amusent.
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