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    Rita hadn’t just hidden—she had started over. She married Arthur Campbell, son of the mighty Sun Group’s leader. Together, they had a son, Milton, six years old, and another child on the way.


    To the Griffiths, this was the cruelest betrayal of all. Rita had been raised for one purpose—to bear their heir. Yet, the children she bore carried Campbell blood.


    Neither Maxine nor Miguel could let this slide. Maxine doubled her efforts, vowing to drag Rita back at any cost. But the Campbells were nomon family. A direct sh could expose the Griffiths’ shadowy existence. The retrieval had to be swift, silent, and unseen.


    Maxine’s solution was ruthless—stage a fake death. If Rita “died,” she could be taken without the Campbells suspecting a thing. Yet, the operatives failed. Even pregnant, Rita fought them off and vanished again. Yearster, the chase led to Ublento. By then, Rita had already brought her baby into the world, and the little girl was five years old. Desperate to evade the Griffiths’ reach, Rita had forged another life, this time as the wife of a simple man named Darin, tucked away in quiet seclusion.


    Ublento was no ce for rash moves. Its strictws and watchful police left no room for reckless kidnappings. So, once more, the Griffiths nned an “ident.” But the mission, once again, was a catastrophic failure.


    In her desperation, Rita made an unthinkable choice. She left her daughter behind.


    With Rita vanished into the wind, Maxine and Miguel were haunted by a grim thought—what if, when they finally caught her, she could no longer bear children? What would be the point?


    Their anger turned toward Rita’s abandoned daughter. For a fleeting moment, they had even considered killing her to sadden Rita. But that thought withered when news reached them. Rita’s daughter had been burned in that “idental” fire, scarred and left with a broken mind. To the Griffiths, she was useless. Not worth the risk. Besides, a murder in a city as secure as Ublento was a foolish risk.


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    With Rita gone for good, the perfect heir Maxine had coveted for so long became a distant dream once more. She grieved this loss for years, and the matter of session was shelved indefinitely.


    But the relentless march of time forced her hand. As she grew older, she knew she could not dy any longer. She turned to the family’s distant bloodlines for any suitable candidate. Her choice fell on Katrina, a descendant of the Griffiths family. Upon being chosen, Katrina began to address Maxine as “Grandmother.”


    But Katrina was no Rita. Shecked Rita’s brilliance and strength. Maxine knew it, yet there was no better option.


    To secure the line, Maxine brought in a boy of mysterious origin. When grown, he would be Katrina’s partner. That boy was Jules. As for where Maxine found him, no one ever knew.


    Maxine ruled with iron resolve. Her daring and cruelty silenced every voice of doubt. None dared to oppose her.<fna46a> Follow current nov?ls on find?novel</fna46a>


    But fate had its own ns. Though raised together, Jules and Katrina grew to despise each other. The thought of marriage repulsed them both, though they never dared show it.


    Pulled from their thoughts, Jules and Katrina exchanged a fleeting nce before quickly looking away, the distaste on each of their faces palpable. Then, a sound shattered the tension. Maxineughed. Not a cold chuckle, but trueughter, bright and startling.


    Jules and Katrina froze. Maxine hadn’tughed in years, not once. They had just reported a failed mission. Why was sheughing now?


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