Entwined Fates of the Two Daughters

Third Person's POV

In the opulent enclave, with its grand staircase draped in luxurious carpet, resided Emily Brown, seemingly embodying the epitome of a life desired by many. From her meticulously chosen branded shoes and attire to the opulent adornments gracing her home, she possessed all the trappings of affluence.

To an outside observer, Emily's life appeared flawless, a portrait of privilege and comfort. Yet, beneath the façade of opulence, she grappled with challenges and insecurities like any other mortal.

Stepping into the plush confines of their extravagant automobile, Emily murmured her destination to the driver, bound for the university where she pursued her studies. Despite her affluent upbringing, she navigated the halls of academia, striving to carve her path.

Her gaze remained fixed upon her phone, awaiting a message from her boyfriend, Robert. Understanding his arduous circumstances stemming from humble beginnings, Emily patiently anticipated updates from him, acknowledging the demands weighing upon him.

Robert's background diverged sharply from Emily's; born into modest means, he toiled tirelessly to support his family. Despite aspirations of pursuing aeronautical studies, financial constraints thwarted his ambitions, a fact he candidly shared with Emily during their courtship.

Recognizing the chasm separating their socioeconomic statuses, Emily endeavored to empathize with Robert's struggles, mindful of the validity underlying his actions. However, a disconcerting incident would soon challenge her perceptions.

As the car meandered through affluent neighborhoods, Emily's gaze alighted upon a palatial estate, a stark contrast to the modest abode Robert shared with his family. Though content in Robert's company for months, apprehension seized Emily as they approached his home for an introductory rendezvous with his kin.

Anxiety gnawed at her as they arrived, her heart pulsating with trepidation at the prospect of meeting Robert's family for the first time. Despite her unease, she greeted them with genuine warmth, heartened by their gracious hospitality.

Evelyn, Robert's mother, extended a heartfelt welcome, her gesture resonating deeply with Emily. Amidst shared meals and conversations, Emily savored the warmth of familial bonds, momentarily assuaging her apprehensions.

However, the tranquility was shattered by a harrowing altercation, shattering Emily's illusions and prompting a reckoning with harsh realities. Witnessing Robert's violent outburst, Emily grappled with disillusionment, grappling with the dissonance between the man she knew and the one before her.

Seeking solace in the confidante of her trusted housekeeper, Cecilia, Emily voiced her inner turmoil, contemplating the future of her relationship with Robert. Faced with the disconcerting revelation of his volatile nature, Emily wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between loyalty and selfpreservation.

Haunted by uncertainty, Emily pondered her next move, grappling with the implications of severing ties with Robert. Yet, amidst the tumult of her internal struggle, a beacon of hope emerged, illuminating a path forward.

The arrival of an email from the University of Oxford heralded a watershed moment for Emily, offering an opportunity to pursue her academic aspirations abroad. Emboldened by the prospect of a new beginning, Emily resolved to chart her course independently, unencumbered by the constraints of her tumultuous relationship.

Summoning her courage, Emily confronted Robert, imparting her decision with steely resolve. Though met with resistance and protestations of devotion, Emily remained steadfast, resolute in her pursuit of selfrealization.

As she embarked on a journey of selfdiscovery, Emily embraced the promise of newfound independence, leaving behind the tumult of her past. Though Robert languished in the wake of her departure, clinging to the hope of reconciliation, Emily forged ahead, guided by the beacon of possibility on the horizon.

Robert's POV

It was a bitter pill to swallow, a bitter cocktail of emotions swirling within me as I grappled with the reality of Emily's abrupt departure. Despite the memories we shared, she had chosen to leave without a word, leaving me reeling in disbelief and anguish.

Clutching the bottle of beer in my trembling hand, I drowned my sorrows in its numbing embrace. My appearance had deteriorated, a stark reflection of the turmoil within me. Yet, amidst the disheveled exterior, I harbored a festering resentment towards Emily for abandoning me in such callous fashion.

How could she forsake our shared history? Did her actions betray a lack of concern for my wellbeing?

For months, I languished in a haze of despair, my existence a shadow of its former self. Work became an afterthought, sustenance a distant memory, as Emily's absence left a void I could not fill.

Not a single message, not a solitary call graced my solitude. The silence was deafening, a testament to the depth of her betrayal.

In those agonizing months, I clung to a flicker of hope, yearning for Emily's return, a beacon in the darkness of my despair. Yet, as the days turned into years, her absence remained a haunting specter, a testament to the permanence of her departure.

Enter Cecilia, a beacon of solace amidst the tempest of my anguish. With her gentle words and compassionate presence, she became my anchor in the storm, offering solace in my darkest hour.

"You deserve better, Robert," she murmured, a voice of reason amidst the chaos of my emotions.

With a bitter smile, I nodded, my heart heavy with longing for the one who had abandoned me.

The days blurred into nights, as Cecilia's unwavering support became a lifeline in my tumultuous existence. Yet, amidst the comfort she offered, a seed of desire took root within me, blossoming into something more profound.

As time wore on, I found myself drawn to Cecilia in ways I had not anticipated. In her presence, I discovered a warmth and affection that offered respite from the storm raging within me.

"Cecilia," I called her name, the syllables a testament to the burgeoning emotions within me.

In the intimate confines of her apartment, I found solace in her embrace, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of my fractured heart.

Yet, amidst the comfort she offered, a lingering shadow of doubt clouded my mind. Was I seeking refuge in Cecilia, or merely using her as a distraction from the pain of Emily's absence?

Days turned into nights, as the lines between friendship and desire blurred in the heat of our passion. In Cecilia's arms, I found temporary respite from the ache of my longing, a fleeting distraction from the emptiness within.

Yet, as the years passed, a gnawing emptiness lingered within me, a persistent reminder of the love I had lost. Despite Cecilia's unwavering devotion, my heart remained tethered to Emily, a prisoner of unrequited longing.

The news of Emily's return shattered the fragile semblance of peace I had cultivated in Cecilia's arms. With her presence looming large in my mind, I found myself torn between the past and the present, longing for a love that had long since faded.

Driving to Brown's residence, I found myself ensnared in a web of conflicting emotions, my heart torn between the love I had lost and the comfort Cecilia offered.

Yet, as I beheld Emily's radiant form, a surge of longing swept through me, a reminder of the love I had once held so dear.

"Cecilia," I whispered her name, the syllables heavy with the weight of my confession.

In the dimly lit confines of her apartment, I found solace in her embrace, a sanctuary amidst the turmoil of my fractured heart.

Yet, even as I sought refuge in Cecilia's arms, a lingering ache remained, a testament to the love I had lost.

In the depths of our passion, I sought solace from the ache of my longing, losing myself in the heat of our desire.

Yet, even as I surrendered to the allure of Cecilia's embrace, a shadow of doubt lingered within me, a reminder of the love I had lost.

As the years passed, the ache of my longing persisted, a testament to the depth of my unrequited love.

Yet, even amidst the comfort Cecilia offered, my heart remained tethered to the memory of Emily, a ghost of a love that had long since faded.

With each passing day, the chasm between us widened, until the divide became insurmountable, a stark reminder of the love I had lost.

In the end, as I stood before the altar, watching Emily exchange vows with another, I found myself consumed by a sense of loss, a reminder of the love I had lost.

Yet, even as I grappled with the pain of my unrequited longing, a glimmer of hope remained, a testament to the resilience of the human heart.

Third Person's POV

Ever since Emily exchanged vows with the wellknown businessman, Oliver Miller, Robert found himself consumed by an allencompassing obsession: watching the woman he loved from afar.

His fixation on Emily reached a fever pitch, eclipsing all other aspects of his life. Work fell by the wayside, family relationships strained, and Cecilia, once a source of solace, became a mere afterthought.

Every moment of Emily's life became etched in Robert's mind. From their lavish dinners at upscale restaurants to their intimate evenings spent in the home they had built together, he bore witness to it all. It was as if he had immersed himself in their world, unwittingly fueling a toxic blend of resentment and jealousy.

The realization that Emily no longer cared for him pierced Robert to the core. Watching her gradually build a family with another man shattered his illusions, leaving him devastated at the thought of being forgotten.

With each passing day, Robert's animosity towards Oliver Miller grew, festering into fantasies of the man's downfall.

Yet, amidst his seething rage, Robert was painfully aware of his own powerlessness. Despite his fervent desires, he was powerless to alter the course of events. Still, deep within his embittered heart, he harbored a vow: one day, he would reclaim Emily as his own.

One evening, as Robert arrived at Emily and Oliver's residence, he encountered a familiar figure waiting outside: Cecilia. The telltale signs of tears betrayed her distress, prompting Robert's guarded inquiry.

"What are you doing here?" His voice, cold and distant, belied the tumult raging within him.

Tears welled in Cecilia's eyes, her trembling form a testament to the urgency of her plea. "Please... Let's talk, Robert. It's really important."

Moved by her evident distress, Robert reluctantly ushered her inside, bracing himself for the conversation that lay ahead.

As Cecilia tearfully divulged her news, Robert's mother, Evelyn, interjected with vehement disapproval. Her disdain for Cecilia had long been evident, and the revelation of her pregnancy only stoked the flames of her ire.

In a fit of rage, Evelyn lashed out at Cecilia, hurling insults and accusations with reckless abandon. Cecilia, clutching her swollen belly, could only cradle her unborn child in a desperate bid for protection.

Intervening to shield Cecilia from his mother's wrath, Robert found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. While he was acutely aware of Evelyn's materialistic aspirations for him, her callous treatment of Cecilia incensed him beyond measure.

Faced with Cecilia's pregnancy, Robert and his family grudgingly acquiesced to the inevitable: a hasty civil wedding, devoid of love or passion.

"I do," Cecilia whispered, her voice tinged with a wistful hope for a future that seemed increasingly bleak.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, Cecilia resigned herself to the grim reality of her circumstances, bracing for a life devoid of the love she so desperately craved.

Meanwhile, Emily reveled in the bliss of her own existence. Her opulent lifestyle afforded her every comfort, her days filled with joy and anticipation as she awaited the arrival of her first child with Oliver.

In stark contrast, Cecilia's reality mirrored that of Cinderella, toiling tirelessly under the oppressive yoke of her motherinlaw's tyranny. Tasked with menial chores and subjected to relentless verbal abuse, she endured a life of servitude punctuated by fleeting moments of respite.

As Emily basked in the warmth of her husband's affection, Cecilia navigated the treacherous waters of her pregnancy alone, her silent suffering a poignant reminder of the vast chasm that separated their worlds.

Months passed, and Robert found himself grappling with dire financial straits. Faced with mounting desperation, he succumbed to a reckless scheme proposed by a friend: dealing drugs for easy money.

Entangled in a web of deceit and danger, Robert's foray into the criminal underworld culminated in a harrowing encounter with law enforcement. Fleeing for his life, he narrowly evaded capture, his heart pounding with fear and uncertainty.

Amidst the chaos, Cecilia's water broke, plunging her into the throes of labor. Desperate and alone, she turned to Robert's family for assistance, their frantic efforts to secure medical aid a stark testament to the gravity of her situation.

In a twist of fate, Robert arrived at the hospital just as Cecilia was preparing to give birth. His initial ire at the choice of hospital gave way to a sense of urgency as he rushed to his wife's side.

In the hushed confines of the nursery, Robert gazed upon his newborn child with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Yet, his attention was soon drawn to another infant in the room: "Baby Girl Miller."

A sinister smirk crossed Robert's lips as he contemplated the child's future, a pawn in his vengeful machinations against Oliver Miller.

With a steely resolve, Robert whispered a chilling vow to himself, "You'll pay, Oliver Miller," setting into motion a chain of events that would irrevocably alter the lives of all involved.

Third Person's POV

Exiting the nursery room, a sly grin played upon Robert's lips, betraying the dark intentions brewing within. With purposeful strides, he approached his brother, James, who was engrossed in conversation with hospital staff.

"James," he called in a low, commanding tone, drawing his brother's attention away from the bustling activity around them.

James, sensing the gravity of his brother's demeanor, excused himself from the nurses he had been speaking with, silently following Robert to a secluded corner near the parking lot.

In the shadowy alcove, Robert's masked countenance betrayed a sense of urgency tinged with trepidation. His eyes darted nervously, reflecting the tumultuous thoughts swirling within.

"Why here, Robert?" James inquired, a note of apprehension coloring his voice.

The air between them grew heavy with tension as Robert uttered words that sent a chill down James' spine, his voice weighted with solemnity.

"I saw Emily and Oliver Miller's baby in the nursery room. Kidnap that baby for me," he murmured, his words hanging ominously in the stillness of the night.

The shock of Robert's request rendered James speechless, his mind reeling at the audacity of his brother's scheme. Never in his wildest dreams had he envisioned himself complicit in such heinous acts.

As Robert pressed his desperate plea, James recoiled in horror, his principles warring against his loyalty to family. Yet, beneath the veneer of his brother's desperation, James detected a glimmer of vulnerability, a plea for assistance tinged with desperation.

Resolute in his refusal to stoop to Robert's level, James dared to defy his brother's demands, his voice trembling with righteous indignation.

"That's pure evil—"

Incensed by his brother's refusal, Robert's fury boiled over, his bloodshot eyes ablaze with rage.

"I am involved in a drug trafficking case! Do you know what that means?" he spat, his voice laced with desperation and fear.

James recoiled at the revelation, his heart heavy with the weight of his brother's transgressions. Yet, even as Robert attempted to leverage their familial bond to coerce compliance, James remained steadfast in his resolve.

With a heavy heart, James bowed his head, the weight of his indebtedness to his brother pressing down upon him like a leaden burden.

"Have you decided already?" Robert's words hung in the air, a final plea for allegiance.

With a resigned nod, James reluctantly acquiesced, steeling himself for the harrowing task ahead.

The following day found James grappling with the enormity of his actions, his hands trembling as he donned his nurse's uniform. Armed with inside knowledge and plagued by guilt, he resolved to execute Robert's plan with utmost precision.

Navigating the hospital corridors, James' heart pounded with trepidation, his nerves frayed by the gravity of his task. Yet, with each step, his resolve wavered, torn between loyalty to his brother and the dictates of his conscience.

As he neared the nursery room, a surge of doubt threatened to overwhelm him, his moral compass wavering in the face of impending transgression. Yet, spurred on by memories of his brother's sacrifices, James steeled himself for the task ahead.

With practiced ease, James entered the nursery room, his steps measured and deliberate. His gaze fell upon the sleeping infant, innocence personified in the form of a vulnerable child.

Overwhelmed by a surge of empathy, James hesitated, his resolve faltering in the face of overwhelming guilt. Yet, as the specter of his brother's desperation loomed large in his mind, James steeled himself for the unthinkable.

With a heavy heart, James lifted the infant into his arms, his movements tinged with remorse. Yet, as he prepared to execute Robert's plan, a sudden commotion from outside shattered the fragile tranquility of the nursery room.

Peering through the window, James' eyes widened in shock as he beheld the sight of Robert being apprehended by law enforcement. The weight of his brother's crimes bore down upon him, a crushing reminder of the perilous path he had been compelled to tread.

As Robert's gaze bore into his own, a silent plea for compliance, James recoiled, his resolve tested to its limits. Yet, in a moment of clarity, James dared to defy his brother's machinations, his actions driven by a newfound sense of moral clarity.

With trembling hands, James orchestrated a daring switch, exchanging the infants in a bid to alter their fates. As he cradled the newborns in his arms, a sense of profound relief washed over him, his conscience momentarily assuaged by the knowledge that he had acted to safeguard innocent lives.

In the tumultuous aftermath of his brother's arrest, James embarked on a journey of redemption, his actions driven by a newfound commitment to uphold the sanctity of life. Though haunted by the specter of his past, James remained steadfast in his resolve to chart a course towards a brighter, more hopeful future.

Third Person's POV

As Robert found himself ensnared by the unyielding grasp of the law, a torrent of rage and desperation surged within him, threatening to consume his sanity. The stark reality of his predicament loomed ominously, shattering any semblance of the life he once knew. Never had he fathomed the depths to which his existence would plummet, ensnared in the clutches of law enforcement.

Amidst the chaos of his thoughts, Robert's gaze fell upon the firearm holstered at the officers' waist, a potent symbol of authority and control. Though his hands were bound, he seized upon a fleeting moment of opportunity, a dangerous idea igniting within his fevered mind. In a desperate bid for freedom, he seized the weapon with a swift and decisive motion, eliciting a startled cry from his captors.

"Fool!" one of the officers exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief as Robert wrested the gun from his grasp.

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Robert fled, the clamor of pursuit echoing in his ears as he raced against the encroaching darkness. Yet, for all his efforts, he found himself ensnared once more, ensnared by the overwhelming force of justice closing in around him.

As law enforcement closed in, their weapons trained upon him, Robert stood defiant, his bloodshot eyes ablaze with defiance and resignation. Though his spirit remained unbroken, he knew the futility of resistance, a bitter acknowledgment of his inevitable downfall.

"Goddamn it!" he cursed, his voice laden with defeat as he surrendered to the inevitable.

In the cold confines of his prison cell, Robert languished, a shadow of his former self, his spirit battered by the weight of his transgressions. Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope remained, a glimmer of redemption beckoning from the depths of despair.

Meanwhile, as Robert grappled with the consequences of his actions, James embarked on a journey of his own, confronting the ghosts of his past with courage and determination. Despite the turmoil that engulfed his family, he refused to be consumed by despair, his resolve unwavering in the face of adversity.

Upon visiting his brother in prison, James bore witness to the toll that incarceration had wrought upon Robert, his onceproud countenance marred by the ravages of time and suffering. Yet, even in the depths of despair, James detected a spark of defiance in his brother's eyes, a testament to the indomitable spirit that resided within him.

"You finally showed up, huh?" Robert's voice dripped with bitterness and resentment, a reflection of the anguish that consumed him.

Moved by his brother's plight, James extended a hand of compassion, offering solace amidst the storm of their shared turmoil. Though the chasm between them seemed insurmountable, James refused to abandon his brother to the abyss of despair.

As they grappled with the harsh realities of their circumstances, James revealed the truth of his actions, a revelation that elicited a mixture of shock and disbelief from his incarcerated sibling. Yet, in the wake of his confession, James detected a glimmer of understanding in Robert's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifices made on his behalf.

While Robert languished behind bars, Cecilia found herself ensnared in a web of familial discord, her infant daughter serving as a scapegoat for the misfortunes that befell their household. Despite the unwarranted animosity directed towards her child, Cecilia remained steadfast in her resolve, her love for her daughter serving as a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

Torn between loyalty to his family and the dictates of his conscience, James confronted the harsh realities of their situation with courage and resolve. Though the path ahead seemed fraught with uncertainty, he remained steadfast in his commitment to protect those he held dear, his actions guided by a sense of moral duty and compassion.

As the Wilsons grappled with the repercussions of their actions, Emily and Oliver reveled in the joy of parenthood, their newborn daughter serving as a beacon of hope amidst the tumult of their lives. Though challenges lay ahead, they faced the future with courage and determination, united in their love for their precious child.

Amidst the chaos and uncertainty that engulfed their lives, the bonds of family remained steadfast, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity. Though the road ahead was fraught with peril, they confronted the challenges that lay ahead with courage and resolve, united in their determination to forge a brighter future for themselves and their loved ones.

Third Person's POV

All four seasons of New York City had already gone by countless times. The blooming flowers of spring, the humid weather of summer, the leaves changing their color in autumn, and the coldness of snowy winter—it all happened fast, like bliss, it was as if time was fleeting.

It had been seven long years after all the tangled events of the past.

Alina who was under the roof of the Wilson's was doing a household chore when her mother arrived from work.

"Mom!"

Almost leaping in joy, she wiped her hands and went to her mother, Cecilia, who seemed really tired. Yet, as soon as she saw her lovely daughter, a smile formed on her lips. Just a glimpse of Alina and her fatigue had already gone away.

"How is your day, love?" Cecilia asked and kissed her daughter's forehead. That made Alina giggle.

"Fine, Mom! I helped Grandpa with the household chores. When am I going with you to work?" she asked while looking up at her mother.

Although they were poor and barely making it, Alina was grateful for how her mother and uncle James were treating her. She was full of love and they made sure she could feel the warmth of a family. Their situation also made her not look at their status in life nor be greedy for money, they taught her that those things were not all that mattered in life.

"Hmm? Do you really want to come with me?" asked Cecilia who seemed worried.

"Yes, Mom! I really want to help you so you won't get tired too much," she reasoned out and pouted her lips.

Even with the poor background, the girl was filled with love from the people around her.

"Are you sure you're not doing it because you wanted to earn money this early?" Cecilia asked further.

Alina instantly shook her head. "Of course not... I always carry the lessons you taught me, Mommy. I will never be blinded by money and the most important in life is love!"

That made Cecilia smile. She was grateful enough that her lovely daughter became a good person. She became someone so reliable, that she became someone who was never greedy for more despite the situation of their life.

But there was one thing that she was sorry for, and that was making Alina work that early. Sometimes, Cecilia found herself tearing up while her daughter came with her to work. She never wanted to let Alina experience such a life, but the financial instability became a huge hinder.

Alina, however, never thought of working at that age as degrading, she was actually happy that she could help her family somehow.

"Don't worry, Mom. I just want to help you," she assured her mother.

The truth was, even at her age, she was aware of how hard their life was. Although her uncle James was a nurse, a professional at that, she knew that his earnings were just enough for her grandmother's medications. Her Grandma had high blood pressure and diabetes, so they really needed some regular medications for her.

That was the reason why Cecilia had to work double for their family, and that was why Alina also had to work at that age. Aside from their every day needs, they also needed to save up for Alina's education.

"Mom, when are we going to visit, Dad? I really want to see him... Am I allowed to go there now?" she asked with a small voice.

Her question amid their talk surprised Cecilia. She knew how eager Alina was to see her father, but for some reason, Robert did not want to get even a glimpse of their child at all.

It hurt Cecilia knowing that even their daughter, Robert could not even look and gave her the love she deserved. She was aware that her husband did not love her at all, but it was a deep kind of wound to realize that Robert was not planning to care for Alina, their daughter.

Seeing how saddened her daughter was while asking that, she puffed out a sigh and closed her eyes tightly. At that moment Cecilia had decided.

"We will visit him soon, I promise," she whispered lovingly, trying to hide the pain lingering in her soul.

True to her words, days after that, they found themselves in the visiting area of the prison where Robert was held.

Alina was so excited while waiting for Robert to come and her mother could vividly see that. It was her husband's order not to bring the kid here but Cecilia brushed it off just to make her happy.

Deep inside, the girl was delighted and she was very enthusiastic to meet her father. Even though he was away for a long time, she still loved him very much.

The moment Robert came out and walked towards their table with a frown visible on his face, Alina saw him and immediately approached her father. She ran to him and gave him a tight hug around his waist.

"Dad! I miss you!" She exclaimed in glee, but to her shock, Robert harshly removed her hug.

"Why the hell did you bring this child here?!" With full annoyance, he asked Cecilia that who was busy with Alina who almost stumbled because of his push.

Her father's actions bruised the young heart of Alina, even his words cut deep within her soul and she was shocked to witness her father treating her like she was nothing.

Cecilia eyed her husband with pain in her glaring eyes. She gritted her teeth and answered Robert.

"She came here because she wanted to see you, Robert. Can't you at least treat your daughter fairly? Is that so hard to do?!" The pain laced in her voice when she exclaimed those words.

But her husband was too stonedhearted. "Bringing that child here will not change anyfuckingthing, Cecilia. I don't need her! What I need right now is parole! I need to get out of here as soon as possible!" Robert wailed and disgustingly looked at the child. "You bringing her here will not change anything, so better leave her home."

Hearing her father say those disheartened Alina who was hugging herself while already sitting beside her mother. She wished she could do something about her father's problem, but at the same time, her young heart could not take those words well.

Before Cecilia could somehow scold Robert for his behavior against their daughter, her husband dismissed them.

"Just go home, you just ruined my mood by bringing that child."

Without even a single goodbye, Robert stood up and let the policemen guide him inside the prison again.

While on their way home, Cecilia noticed how quiet Alina had become ever since they left the jail. She felt really bad that her daughter had to experience that from her very own father. To stop the tears from flowing, she bit her lower lip so hard that she almost tasted metal in her mouth.

"Mom... Dad doesn't want to see me?" Alina asked and she was on the edge of crying.

That threw Cecilia off guard. Faking her cough, she answered her poor daughter. "MMaybe he is just tired? You know, love... prison life is hard. Your Dad must be having a hard time. That's why he acted like that."

Although her words assured the child, she knew very well that it was not the truth at all. Of all times she visited Robert, never did he once ask about Alina. He did not even dare to act like he cared whenever she was telling him stories about their child. Robert was always uninterested.

That was when she realized that he did not care about their daughter at all. Learning that hurt Cecilia to the core, she was so pained for Alina's sake.

"Mom, I promise," Alina suddenly spoke. "I promise that I will work hard so I can earn enough money to give Dad a good lawyer. I will work very hard to get her out of the prison... Maybe, at that time, Daddy will love me."

Shocked, Alina's mindset drove Cecilia to tears. She cried softly and as quietly as possible as she hugged her so hard so she would not see her sobbing. Never did she want to see Alina doing something just so she could receive love. For her, she deserved everything in the world.

Contrary to Alina's world, Vida, who was in her huge room in the mansion of the Millers, was embracing all the luxury she could have. Her life was lavish and there was nothing that her parents could not give her.

She was inside her dressing room, looking for a dress she could wear that day. But after realizing that her tons of dresses did not pass to her liking that day, she went down the stairs and there she saw her parents hugging each other.

"Mom, Dad," she went to them with an obvious frown on her face.

The two loosened their hug and smiled at her.

Emily caressed her face before asking, "Is there something wrong?"

Without hesitation, she told them what she really needed.

"I don't have any dresses to wear anymore, Mom. I wanna go shopping."

Her mother blinked a bit and thought for a while before she slowly nodded her head. "Alright. Just tell our driver to send you to the mall."

Vida was so happy when her mother said that that she leaped in joy and hugged them tightly. After that, she quickly went back to her room to get ready while her parents were left in the living room.

Watching their child go up the stairs, Oliver, who was quiet all those times, started speaking seriously to his wife.

"Don't you think we should not spoil Vida too much?"

Deep inside, he was really hesitant about spoiling their daughter because it might affect Vida's behavior and view on life.

"But love, didn't we work hard just to give her everything she deserved? All our hard work is for Vida... isn't just right to give her everything she wanted?" Emily pointed out, slightly caressing his jaw, and as she was trying to get him on her side with that one.

Sighing, Oliver nodded his head. "Just make sure to stop when she's already too much, alright?"

"Of course... but our daughter is a good girl, you see? Nothing's wrong," she assured and smiled sweetly at her worried husband.

They had always treated Vida like a real princess. She always got the latest bags, she always got branded shoes and clothes. Whenever the girl liked it, they would give her toys and gadgets and, of course, she ate all the delicious foods the world could offer.

However, unlike what her parents were thinking, even though Vida had all those things, she could not help but feel empty, she felt hollow deep inside.

Vida had been very jealous of her friends and classmates who always had their parents with them, while her parents, Emily and Oliver had always been busy working for their company.

In the huge mansion, instead of warmth, she felt so cold because she was always left alone with their housekeeper, Lily.

The girl wanted to feel loved, she wanted them to be physically there for her. The truth was, Vida could go on with life without those material things, all she needed was the presence of her parents.

Third Person's POV

Ten long years had already passed since then and around that time of the year, both Vida and Alina had already grown up. Both were beautiful, intelligent in their own way, and had already attained so much despite their seventeen years old age

"I'm so proud of you, Alina!" Cecilia exclaimed with teary eyes while hugging her daughter. She could not believe that her daughter would grow up to be such a fine girl.

"This is all for you, Mommy," Alina whispered and gave her the diploma.

She had already graduated from high school and she was even at the top of her class. For Cecilia, her child graduating was already an achievement but Alina had been always exceeding her expectations. Her daughter was an honor student! It was already such a great reward for a parent like her.

Cecilia was so proud that Alina grew up like someone possessing great beauty and intelligence.

The same thing was happening in the family of the Wilsons. Vida also graduated at that time and just like Alina, she was also at the top of her respective class.

"You see this, Mom, Dad? I did it," she bragged to her parents with a smile plastered on her face.

But unlike what she was showing, it took her so hard to climb to the top of her class. It took countless nights staying up late, with nose bleeding just so she could secure the best for her parents.

"Congratulations, love. We are so proud of you," Emily mumbled softly and held her cheek.

"Dad is proud too, Vida." That time around, Oliver pulled her for a hug.

Far from what they know, it took Vida blood and sweat to attain those. Although her parents were not pushing her to do anything, she did all those just to impress them.

From the very beginning, she was so keen on making sure she was impressing her parents. Vida wanted their attention so bad, she wanted their time, she hoped that at least they would give her that once she let them see how good she was. That she was the best, that she was the perfect daughter.

Inside the prison where Robert was jailed for seventeen long years, Cecilia and her husband were facing each other.

There was an obvious fit of anger forming on Robert's face while talking with his wife. However, Cecilia had always been the same, she was still the same woman loving the monster and only looked at the good things that the man in front of her could offer.

"How fucking long do I have to stay here? Do you expect me to rot in jail, Cecilia?"

His deep running anger was already making him grew really impatient. Robert had waited almost half of his life. He sacrificed his youth in prison, he sacrificed years, and yet there were still no signs of going out! It was as if there was no hope of freedom.

His eyes were dead serious, he was so furious to the point that he would rather turn ballistic.

Biting her lips and looking at him with her tired eyes, Cecilia began speaking. "We already saved enough money to hire a lawyer, Robert... So don't worry. Soon enough, you will be out of prison."

Hearing that awakened all Robert's demons hiding deep within. It awakened his monster, his desires, and his greatest obsession.

Slowly, a grin escaped his lips as he thought of all the things he would do once he got out of the hell where his life pushed him.

'Once I come out of his pit, I will get you back, babe. I will be back to you, Emily...'

His deeprooted obsession with Emily grew for years that he was inside. Instead of atoning for his sins, all he did was imagine the day he would finally get a hold of his freedom and finally be with Emily.

'Ah... I will surely take back what is rightfully mine. Oliver is nothing once I come back to get you, Emily,' he muttered deep inside.

He had the urge to smile evilly but he contained himself. For Robert, Emily had always been his. He knew that she still loved him, that up until that moment, no man could ever own his woman except him.

All those delusions kept him living, all those thoughts that were whispered by his monsters were the very reason why he chose to survive life in prison.

That even though life in jail was absolute hell, with all politics, the hierarchy, and violence inside— it was almost shocking how he lasted so long.

There was only one thing that Robert vowed to the very core of his heart. It was that once he went out of that damned prison, he would make sure to own Emily, the love of his life, again. He would live all the time remaining with her and his real daughter.

'Just wait for me, Emily.'

Once again, a smirk escaped his mouth.

On the other hand, Alina's heart was throbbing so hard out of joy after she read the email from the university where she applied.

"Mom!" She called her mother, who immediately went to where she was.

"Mom, I passed the scholarship program, oh my God!" she exclaimed with brimming tears of joy.

Her mother's eyes widened in shock and happiness for her. Cecilia also read the message in the email that was sent by West Grove University.

Alina could not believe that her dreams were already unfolding right before her eyes. It was just her dream to enter that university and yet, here was she now, getting the news that she was granted a full scholarship.

At first, she just tried to take the examination because somehow, she thought that there was nothing wrong with trying. But she did not accept that the result was good.

West Grove University was a prestigious university of the elites. Almost a hundred percent of their students were from wealthy families. Most were daughters and sons of tycoons, politicians, and wellknown personalities.

"Goodness, I'm so happy for you!" Cecilia mumbled as she hugged her daughter. Proud was an understatement.

A lone tear fell from Alina's eyes but she quickly wiped it. Her heart felt so overwhelmed to the point that she could still not believe the news.

However, Cecilia had already expected that it would happen. Not just because she was proud of her, but because she knew that Alina had good scholastic records that would surely attract the people who would evaluate her.

Contrary to those who were almost celebrating in joy, Evelyn, who heard everything, was frowning that she could not help but butt in.

"University? Do you really need that?" Evelyn started, which made the two lose their smiles. "Isn't my medication the most important now? Your daughter doesn't need to go to college, Cecilia. That's just another addition to our expenses even if you say she's granted the full scholarship."

Cecilia was speechless hearing that from her motherinlaw. Of all things, she hated how Evelyn was too hotheaded towards Alina. That the old woman would always contradict what made her daughter happy.

She was about to speak again when Evelyn continued speaking.

"Just make her work so she can help her financially. She doesn't need education."

The pain lingered in Alina's heart when her grandmother said those things. Yes, she also wanted to help the family with the financial crisis, but she wondered if it was really worth it to sacrifice her education for that. She also had dreams... she also had her life.

James, who heard everything, sighed and decided to step up out of guilt.

"Mom, I can still pay for your bills well and I can still give some for our daily needs so you don't have to worry. Alina doesn't have to stop going to school."

The girl suddenly had the courage to speak after what she heard from her uncle James. So she smiled a bit and assured her grandmother. "Don't worry, Grandma. I will still try to do some parttime jobs while I am studying. By then, I will be attending college and also helping our family. You don't need to worry too much about our daily expenses."

That made Evelyn roll her eyes and shut up. Although she really hated the thought of sending the girl to college, she had no choice but not to stay anything seeing that everyone in the house was in favor of it.

Even James, her son, always favored his niece!

However, James was just treating her well because of the conscience left on him. That was the main reason why he always cared for Alina. For James, he thought that he owed the girl big time, especially after what he did in the past.

He was the sole reason why Alina was deprived of the good and comfortable life she should have. What made him more guilty was the fact that through the time and process, he had grown closer to the poor girl. He loved Alina as if she was his own child. That was also the reason why, while Robert was in jail, he acted like a father to her.

As a result of what they talked about at home, Alina's first day at West Grove University came to light.

While her eyes were roaming around the tall and amazingly designed building, she could not help but gasp. It was obvious how much time professionals spent just to make everything breathtaking. The university did live up to its popularity and luxuriousness.

But what she felt so lively about was wearing the uniform of the school. When she saw herself at the glass window from a meter away, she found herself looking good wearing that. She felt like she really belonged to everyone.

It was only in her dreams before to stepped in there or to even go to any college. Who would have thought that she would attain that dream and would even be able to study at that kind of university?

With that in mind, Alina promised deep inside that she would study hard, and she would work so hard just so in the future, she would land a job that would secure her future. Her biggest dream and the main reason why she chose to study was to give her family a good life, the life they deserved.

Her smile could not be erased as she walked down the lobby just to find the classroom for her first class.

While looking around, excited and also nervous, she almost squealed in shock when she bumped into someone. Her books fell and it created a sound, causing some of the students to look in their direction.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry!" She told the woman.

When her gazes met the young lady's eyes, she swallowed hard in apprehension. The student was raising her eyebrow while looking at her with taunting eyes.

"Next time, watch your steps. Don't act like a noob blocking other people's way," she muttered with a cold distant voice that made Alina shiver.

Before she could even speak for herself, the young lady already turned her back and walked away with her heels clicking at each of her steps.

The unexpected moment caught her off guard. She did not know how to react at first, but Alina convinced herself by thinking that it was her first that and it should be nothing but a good day. The small incident should not spoil her mood.

Slowly, she took a deep breath and crouched down so she could get the books that slipped in her grip.

She was already holding one of them when suddenly, a young man approached her. He sat down on his side and helped her get the books that were scattered on the floor.

It was another odd and awkward moment. But when he handed the books to her, she went back to reality and stood up straight as he did.

Alina smiled a bit. "Thank you," she mumbled softly.

The young man grinned and held the back of his neck as if he was shy, but when he composed himself, he offered his hand.

"Lucas," the man uttered his name.

Third Person's POV

There were a lot of life hurdles for someone poor like Alina. That was what she realized upon experiencing discrimination at West Grove University.

Bowing her head while entering their, class, she could clearly hear the murmurs around.

"She's a scholar? I heard she's poor."

"She has a full scholarship, they must be that financially stable."

"My Mom would not like me associating myself with the likes of her."

Those things were clearly heard and the students did not even bother to make their voices lower so she would not hear. They made her feel like she did not belong at all.

Deep inside, Alina tried to console herself by thinking that it was fine, not all people would like her. She was aware that she could not attain everything in life and it was already a big opportunity to study there.

Trying to act strong and trying to make her heart stronger, she tried to grasp the unfair reality of life.

That was why her life at the university was not sunshine and daisies. Ever since they all heard how poor she was, no one even dared to come near her or become her friend.

"Don't bother befriending her, she's poor."

That made her look at herself as she bit her lower lip. They were all wearing the same uniform but Alina could clearly feel the difference in their status. While all of them were from elite and rich families, she was nothing but a girl from the mud.

At the school cafeteria, she was eating alone compared to the other students. For that reason, she decided to place herself on the corner, where no one could barely take a glimpse of her.

Alina was already chewing her food when suddenly, a young man sat in front of her and put his tray of food on the table.

Her eyes widened a bit when she realized who it was. It was the same young man who helped her back on the first day of class.

Lucas smiled at her. "Hey, why are you alone?"

As she blinked, she tried to weigh the words she would say first but she realized there was no point hiding it.

"No one wanted to be with me because of my status in life. But it's fine, I came here to study so..."

Sad about her situation, Lucas tried to make the mood lighter by smiling once again.

"I knew someone you could be close to. Maybe you can befriend her?" He offered.

Chuckling, Alina shook her head. "No need, Lucas. I can manage."

She thought it would be the end of their conversation not until the young man started telling her his life story.

"Honestly, I also experienced a poor life back then. We just got lucky because my father worked hard for us to the point that he was able to build a company from the scratch. From then, it grew and that is also why I am now here."

There was awe in her when she heard that. It was indeed amazing how they were able to stand up from that life. Alina was sure that his father was hard working. Suddenly, she could not help but wonder if her father was there. Would he be able to do the same as well?

Then again, she brushed it off while looking at Lucas. She could not explain the feeling, but she was comfortable being with the man. Perhaps it was because, since the very first day, he was the only one who showed goodness to her.

"Anyway, what level are you on and your course?"

"Well... I'm a freshman taking Political Science. You see, I want to be a lawyer."

Her eyes shone while talking about her dream and that made Lucas gleam.

"Oh! The friend I was talking about earlier is in the same year. She's also taking Political Science. Maybe you are in the same class?"

Alina's eyes widened. Somehow, it made her excited. She could still not deny that it was also good to have friends with her.

"May I know who it is?" she asked hopefully.

"It's Vida Miller, do you know her?"

Just the sound of her name made Alina frown. She remembered how many times Vida became rude to her. They were in the same class and she had been so vocal about her hate of her social status. Vida was among the girls who did not want to be associated with her at all.

"She doesn't like me too like the others, Lucas," she simply said, no longer wanting to say more because the woman was his friend. It was not nice to say negative things about her.

"Vida is really nice... maybe she's just going through something right now. But really, I swear, she's kind."

Before Alina could utter another word to reply, someone from went near their table and stood there while looking at Lucas. Her eyes widened when she realized that the young woman was Vida.

Lucas noticed her presence and stood up.

"Hey, you're here," he mumbled to Vida who was still confused about why they were together.

Vida saw them when she entered the cafeteria and she was having a hard time comprehending why Lucas was associating himself with the poor newbie.

"I know you already know each other but Vida, this is Alina," he told Vida while pointing at her. "And Alina, this is the friend that I am talking about, Vida Miller," Lucas introduced the two together. His lips were arched up and both of the young women could tell that he was happy.

Rolling her eyes, Vida did not speak and instead, she grabbed her friend away from the table, leaving Alina behind.

When they got to the far corner where no student could hear them, she started speaking, there was annoyance laced in her voice.

"Why are you close with that poor girl?"

Hearing what she said, Lucas was offended. His eyebrows furrowed and the young woman noticed that making her gulp. She was scared that he would get angry at her.

"It's not nice treating people based on their status Vida. Does that mean you will also treat me differently when I'm still poor?"

The woman opened her mouth to say something but she ended up closing it because she did not know what to say.

"You should not judge others based on their status again, okay? You're better than that," he mumbled softly and ruffled her hair, making Vida frown.

"Alright. I'm sorry..." she mumbled and sighed.

"Promise me, you'll be good to Alina. She's a new student here and she needs a friend, Vida."

Although there was still a bit of reluctance in Vida's heart, she nodded slowly and bit her lower lip. She had been so in love with her friend, Lucas, ever since they were kids. The truth was, because of those feelings, she could do anything just to please him.

However, soon enough, she carried all his reminders with her. That was how Lucas could easily tame the dragon within Vida.

While they were in the class, Alina was busy writing her lessons while Vida was happy while talking with her friends. The situation was like that when the professor came, making them sit properly in their own seats.

"Before anything else, I would like to announce the upcoming quiz bee contest. The university had already chosen the participants of our school, and that would be Miss Miller and Miss Wilson. Both are from your class, congratulations," the professor announced and clapped her hands afterwards.

That also made the students follow and clap to celebrate the two getting chosen. Although some could not hide their mocking that a mere poor girl would represent such an elite school.

But not even a single mocking could taint her happiness at that moment. Alina was so happy that her heart was racing so fast. She could not believe she was chosen! And it was her first time joining a prestigious competition, making it more memorable for her!

She was containing all the excitement while inhaling sharply with her glowing eyes when Vida suddenly approached her.

The smile on Alina's face fell when she saw the young woman. She thought that Vida would also ridicule her, but to her shock, she did the opposite.

Vida offered her hand and for a moment, all she did was blink because of surprise.

"Partners?" the woman asked.

Completely surprised by the sudden turn of events, she accepted her hand, and finally, Alina smiled once again.

"Partners," she echoed.

Meanwhile, it was a long seventeen years. Years of grief, years of delusions, years of pain and hatred. Years of wanting freedom.

After a long process after they got a lawyer, Robert was finally free.

He inhaled the fresh air outside the prison with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Damn freedom," he murmured to himself.

As he was freed from the hell he was in for long years, it was also like giving freedom to the legion of demons that he carried and befriended while inside.

While others repented as they stayed in prison, Robert was the opposite. He became the worst he could be with all the delusions in his head.

"Wait for my Emily..." he whispered once again.

He was now back to get what was truly his—or what he believed was his.

Third Person's POV

Entering their humble home, Alina was nothing but happy after hearing the news that her father was already out of prison. Her heart was booming and she could feel how excited she was because of her heart rate.

As she saw Robert inside their residence, her eyes gleamed with tears and she immediately hugged him tightly.

"Dad!" She wailed with tears.

There were no words that could describe how happy Alina was but just a single action from her father and her smile dropped.

Robert pushed her away after hissing. "Stop your drama!" He exclaimed. "Irritating," he, then, murmured which Alina still heard.

It felt like her heart dropped and she was stoned on her feet after experiencing the coldness in her father's voice and stares. She did not expect that even after years, he still hated her for reasons she did not know.

What her father acted rendered her speechless. She wondered if he truly did not love her at all. In her mind, she was already so hurt and overthinking that Robert hated her.

"Just change your clothes already and cook something! I'm already starving," Robert commanded and slumped on the couch.

Since Cecilia was not home and was still out because of her parttime job. No one was there to cook for them. Evelyn also was no longer capable of cooking while James was still at the hospital, doing his job. Alina knew all that so she nodded her head and quickly went to her room even though her knees were still weak.

She wanted to cry so bad because of how her father treated her but Alina still tried to compose herself. When she looked at the mirror, she saw how hurt was reflected in her eyes but she smiled after inhaling sharply, just so she could hide what she was truly feeling.

Still, her tears betrayed her because seeing herself trying to look fine pained her to the core.

For years, she waited for her father to get out of prison, just so they could finally be together, but she did not expect that the day would be like that. Not even a single ounce of love towards her was felt.

With all those thoughts in mind, Aline wiped her traitor of tears and heaved a deep breath.

"Maybe Dad is still trying to adjust," she whispered to herself.

Although she consoled herself that way, she could still not help but hope that someday, Robert would love her as his daughter. She hoped that the day she would be showered by her father's love would come.

Weeks had already passed and the quiz competition was already near. Since it was held yearly, the university would only choose two lucky representatives—representatives who were intelligent enough to show the whole competition that their university was one of a kind.

"Before anything else, I would like to announce the upcoming quiz bee contest. The university had already chosen the participants of our school, one would be Ms. Vida Miller," the professor announced Vida's name and that made everyone in the class clap to celebrate her getting chosen.

Vida already expected that she would be called. That made her smile slightly but deep inside, she felt like it was already a victory. It was also a way to get her parent's attention.

Every year, she would always get chosen by the university so she really did expect her name to be called. Deep inside, even without showing everybody, she loved to be at the top. She loved the attention, she loved the peak where she was standing.

That day, she would impress her parents, and it was also a way to at least have her parents give her some time.

She was already thinking of how she was going to tell them about it when the professor spoke once again.

"The next one is Ms. Alina Wilson, congratulations to the two of you!"

Her mouth parted a bit and she could not believe what she just heard. Her eyebrows furrowed and she was really surprised that the poor girl's name was called! She did not expect it all.

Realizing that the university also trusted that girl's intelligence, flamed up her heart against Alina. She knew that Alina would be one of her rivals.

"Good luck to the two of you. Do your best, okay? The whole West Grove is behind your back. Having the top two will drive our university to greater heights, you will be defending our very own West Grove!" The professor once again spoke which made everyone really excited.

Their university had been in first place for consecutive years and both Vida and Alina had to carry its weight. They had no time to slack off because that would mean they would be the first as well for years to break off the record—only if they failed.

With a proud smile, Vida spoke in the middle.

"Don't worry, Ma'am, we will surely get first place like the previous years," she assured the professor who nodded her head.

Everyone had pride because it was Vida who would be competing once again, they were sure that she would not let their university down.

On Vida's side, everyone was greeting her with the pressure that she would carry the reputation of the school with her. However, on Alina's side, the students of their class also went to talk to her.

"Hey, congratulations," one of her classmates said, which made Alina smile.

The same thing was heard by the other students as well.

"Thank you, really. I will do my best," she promised while smiling.

It was not near impossible that no one would try to talk to her after some time. It was because, despite her background, Alina was a great person. She was kind to everyone and she did not hurt anyone back.

After a moment that was when Vida walked in her direction. It was the time that Vida asked her to be a partner. That action was as if indicating that they would have a truce for the sake of the competition.

After that class, she went out of the room to spend her lunchtime at the cafeteria. Nothing could spoil Alina's mood that day that she was even humming while entering the place.

While looking around and hoping that she would find a good spot, someone walked near her.

"Hey," Lucas called her attention. Alina gazed on his side and her eyes remained at him for a while.

"I heard you are chosen to represent the school," the young man mumbled, his eyes indicating something which she did not get at first.

Seeing that, Lucas held his nape shyly.

"Can we have lunch together? Just to celebrate it," he told her with a thin smile. She could also see how his eyes reddened.

Hiding her smile, Alina nodded slowly. "Sure."

Her consent made Lucas's smile grow wider.

"Really, then can I treat you to lunch? Just a way to congratulate you, it's fine, right? Please."

Deep inside Alina did not want to agree because she thought that he would only spend his money on nonsense but seeing the hope glimmering in her eyes, she nodded her head once again. That simple action made him happy.

With all those in her mind, the moment the school ended, she was walking out of the gate with a smile that could not be erased.

She could not deny her happiness at all. First, she was chosen in a competition, and second, she celebrated it with a kind friend. That day was really good for her.

Outside the school, she saw the image of her uncle James waiting for her.

James stood there and waited for Alina to come out. His eyes already saw her coming near and just when he thought it was all that, he saw a glimpse of Emily—a woman linked in the messy past.

Just a sight of the woman made him still to where he was standing. Emily hugged another student from the university. That was when she realized who the student was.

Even though Emily did not see him at all, James could not calm himself at all. His sweats were cold and she could feel how his body weakened. Seeing them reminded him of what he did in the past. Something that had been haunting him even in his nightmares.

When the woman was already out of his sight together with the student she fetched, James eyed Alina who had been calling him but he was so out of it.

"Are you fine, Uncle? You're pale!"

"Who... who was that?" he asked instead of answering her.

Confused, Alina's eyebrows creased but she still answered.

"You mean the student that was fetched by her mother? It was Vida Miller, a student from my class."

What Alina said made him almost collapse to where he was standing but Alina was able to catch his arm just in time.

He held the shirt near his heart tightly as he clenched his jaw. James felt how his heart almost dropped after hearing that. It was racing deep inside his ribcage and he was feeling something he could not explain at all.

At that very moment, in front of the university, all that he did in the past came rushing to his mind. From the point that he agreed to Roberts's plans, to the point where he exchanged the babies thinking that it was to appease his brother's vengeful heart.

Third Person's POV

Ever since James saw Emily and the real daughter of his brother, Robert, at Alina's university, it had not left his mind—not even once.

His conscience had been knocking on his head, the voices telling him how he pushed away his morals for the sake of his brother's revenge kept on bothering him.

He was aware, deep inside, of how evil he became because of it. Nothing about what he did was right and he knew that nothing could excuse that crime. From that day until the present, he was still haunted by that mistake.

Just remembering Emily Miller's face, not even aware of the messy thing that happened years back, made him feel really guilty. There was no one whom they would blame once they found out the truth because it was him who separated the children from their real parents.

James was aware of how unforgivable his wrongdoings were. It affected the fates of people, it affected their emotions, it affected their lives and for sure they would never pardon him.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled to himself while lying on his bed, eyes closed his arm above his eyes.

If only he could turn back to the hands of the clock, and if only he could correct his mistakes. But James was aware that Robert would never let him do anything that would ruin his plans.

Those thoughts eventually made him clutch the clothes above his chest. No matter how much he desired to straighten the bent, he knew it would now be hard. That made him feel like his heart was about to burst into so much regret and pain.

With all those regrets and pain, he stood up from the bed and sat on his working area just beside his bed and got a pen and paper.

He knew he had to let out what he was feeling deep inside. The worst thing about not having anyone was the fact that he could not vent out what he was feeling. He could never just say anything to anyone because of the gravity of what he knew about the past.

In front of the notebook, he started writing what had been weighing on his mind. It was a diary—a diary where he confessed everything.

If there was one thing that I was regretting the most in life it would be what happened in the nursery room at the hospital where I was working seventeen years ago. If I could turn back time and I could wish for the Almighty High, I would ask the Universe to give me a chance to undo all the things I did.

I wished I was never a fool, I wished I was not selfish, I wished I never listened to my demons. That night, I exchanged the baby of the Millers and the baby of my brother, Robert. Alina who was with us was the true Miller.

The diary went on, he let out all his emotions, his thoughts, and all the hidden truths.

In the very last part of the first entry, he ended with his name and signature. Deep inside, as he closed the diary, he hoped that whoever got a hold of that, the person would find out the truth. If one day fate would allow, the truth would be unveiled. Yet he knew that as long as it remained hidden, it would also mean that the secret would stay between him, his brother, and the diary.

Inside the residence of the Millers, Vida was sighing continuously while reading all the notes and books on her desk. As the competition went nearer, the more she spent her time reviewing. She did not care, not even once about her physical health, all she needed was to make sure that her intellect would be sharpened.

The deeprooted reason for her actions was that she was thirsty and very hungry for the attention and love from her parents. She could tolerate her body almost giving up on her just so she could make sure that they would be proud of her.

No one would ever understand that much drive to study, but for Vida, it was already a chance to make her parent's time worthwhile as they watched her compete.

"Damn it," she groaned when another night had come and her answer to her reviewer was just near perfect. Vida was aiming to get all the answers right.

From frustrations, anger toward herself, and tears of fear that she would mess up to the smile of pride that finally, she was confident that she would do good. She attained all that by not giving up until she got all the scores perfect.

On the other hand, Alina, who was also a participant in the competition, was worried about something else. It had been days since she tried to go to different hiring businesses just so she could find a parttime job to support the needs of her family.

Although she had a scholarship, it was still not enough for all her expenses in studies, especially since she also promised she would help at home with all the things their family needed to pay for. There were many things that needed money to cover and Alina was too shy to ask her parents about them. The last thing she wanted to be was to be a burden.

Sighing, she ate the food in front of her. She was at the school cafeteria with Lucas once again. She was used to eating together with him ever since.

"Why do you look so down again? Someone bullied you again?" the young man asked worriedly.

With a small smile in her voice, Alina shook her head. "No... I'm just worried that it will take time before I can find a parttime job. I really need one, Lucas," she told him honestly with a sad smile.

Hearing that, the young man's eyes lit up as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh! I just remembered that we are still hiring parttime workers at our coffee shop. Do you want me to vouch for you?" he suggested.

Alina's eyes widened and without hesitation, she nodded her head with glee. "Goodness, sure! I really need money right now so... thank you for suggesting that, Lucas."

Right after that day, Alina noticed how she and Lucas became even closer. Not only once did he fight for her when there were bullies trying to ridicule her for being of lower status, but he helped her stand up against them countless times already.

"You don't have to be mean because of her status in life! Such discrimination is not tolerated inside the university, girls. Do you want the prefect of discipline to know about this?" She remembered him once lecturing the girls.

That was the time she realized it was nice having someone who would defend her in the times she badly needed it and Alina was so grateful to have Lucas around her. It was as if he became a knight and shining armor—someone who protected her and guided her.

Her life at the university became easier because of Lucas, however, at home, Alina had been very saddened because of how her father was treating him.

"Dad, I'm participating in a competition at school—"

"I'm tired now, Alina. Don't bother me." Her father brushed her off.

As time passed by, the more she realized how her father did not care about her at all. It was as if he had no intention of building a relationship with her.

Her heart was so bruised because of her father's actions and Alina could not name how pained she was. The pillows inside her room witnessed how much she shed tears.

Oftentimes, Robert talked to her with a hint of anger in his voice. He would always raise his tone and he was always annoyed whenever he was talking to her. Yet when he needed something and he needed her to do some errands, that was the only time his voice was softer than normal.

Fixing her bag while on her way to the gate, she was about to go home when she saw a familiar figure meters from her. To her shock, it was none other than her father!

Robert approached her while Alina was still stoned on her feet, it was as if she could not believe what she was seeing.

"DDad... why are you here?" she asked Robert.

"To fetch you, what else?"

Even though there was a hint of irritation in his voice, Alina was still very happy that he took the initiative to do that. It was as if he was doing fatherly duties toward her. It was the very first time that her father came to her university to fetch her!

Seeing him do that felt like he was slowly caring for her.

Little did Alina know, Robert's eyes were actually directed to the young woman behind Alina, it was Vida.

Robert's lips arched upon seeing his daughter grow such a fine and beautiful lady. He felt so fulfilled just seeing her having a wonderful life.

There was delight laced in his heart just by seeing Vida from afar.

The truth was, the reason why he came to the university was that James told him that he saw Emily fetch Vida, his daughter, at the same university where Alina was studying. For that very same reason, he immediately went there hoping he could take a glimpse of them.

He could not even remove his eyes to Vida, but his attention was caught when suddenly, a fancy car parked near where he was standing and what shook him to the core was seeing Emily go out of the car, smiling towards the daughter she thought was her real child.

As Emily's eyes roamed around, the woman found Robert's eyes amid that and she could not hide the shock in her orbs.

"Robert," she murmured his name.

Vida and Alina who heard Emily Miller call the name of Alina's father were baffled by the situation. None of them was aware that Emily knew about Robert.

"It's nice to see you again, Emily," Robert muttered and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes while staring at the woman in front of him.

Realizing that, instead of staying there, Emily called Vida. "Get inside the car, Vida," she told her daughter.

That time around, Emily's attention went to the man near her again. "Nice to meet you again, Robert. We have to go," she said and turned her back to them.

Watching them go made Robert almost delusional again about where he was standing. His thoughts became deeper and in his mind, he was so delighted that he was able to take a glimpse of his first love's face once again after years.

'Just wait Emily... I'll get you back to where you truly belong together with my real daughter,' he vowed in his head.

He promised himself deep inside that he would definitely snatch them away from Oliver Miller, the one who got everything from him.

All those thoughts drove him to desire more. He was delusional and it was as if Robert was still caged to the past. He was trapped in his own thoughts, and in his own craziness.