Indira paced her bedroom, her face twisted with anger. She had learned that Sophie was safe after the incident at the abandoned building, and it enraged her. Picking up her phone, she dialed Isla Davis.
"She escaped again!" Indira hissed into the receiver. "How is she so lucky every single time?"
On the other end, Isla sighed. "Indira, calm down. You need to think strategically, not emotionally."
"Calm down?" Indira snapped. "That girl gets everything handed to her, and I'm left with nothing! I've had enough."
Isla's tone hardened. "Enough with the tantrums, Indira. Don't forget who gave you the life you're living. I raised you to be smarter than this."
Indira paused, her anger momentarily replaced by confusion. "You raised me? What are you talking about?"
A heavy silence followed before Isla spoke, her voice cold. "Sophie isn't your sister. I'm not her real mother. She's the product of your father's affair, and I had no choice but to take her in."
Indira's eyes widened as the revelation sank in. "You mean… she's not even one of us?"
"No," Isla said bitterly. "She's nothing but a reminder of your father's betrayal. That's why you need to ensure she doesn't take what's rightfully yours."
Indira's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Don't worry, Mother. I'll make sure she knows her place."
Zara Bennett was known for her cheerful demeanor, but today, her heart felt heavy. She had planned a surprise for her boyfriend, Finn Walker, only to stumble upon a sight that shattered her. Sitting at a cozy corner in a café, Finn was chatting with none other than Indira Davis. Zara's stomach churned as she watched Indira lean in, her hand brushing Finn's arm suggestively.
Unable to bear it any longer, Zara marched up to their table. "What's going on here?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.
Finn looked up, startled. "Zara, it's not what it looks like—"
"Save it!" Zara cut him off. "I can see what's happening. I should've known better than to trust you."
Indira smirked, feigning innocence. "Oh, Zara, don't be so dramatic. Finn and I were just talking."
"Talking?" Zara scoffed, her voice rising. "I saw the way you were touching him. I'm done with this."
Without waiting for a response, Zara turned on her heel and stormed out of the café, tears streaming down her face.
Later that evening, Sophie found Zara sitting alone at the park, her usually bright eyes filled with sadness.
"Zara," Sophie called softly as she approached her friend. "Are you okay?"
Zara shook her head, her voice cracking. "I broke up with Finn. I caught him with Indira at the café."
Sophie frowned, her heart aching for her friend. "Are you sure it wasn't a misunderstanding? Finn doesn't seem like the type to do something like that."
Zara sniffled, wiping her tears. "I don't know, Sophie. Maybe I overreacted, but seeing them together… it hurt."
Sophie placed a comforting hand on Zara's shoulder. "Sometimes things aren't as they seem. Talk to Finn. Hear his side of the story before making any final decisions."
Zara nodded, her expression softening. "You're right. Maybe I should give him a chance to explain."
Meanwhile, Aiden sat in his office, staring at the small piece of paper Riley had handed him earlier. It was a clue, a sliver of information about the girl who had sent him the mysterious confession seven years ago.
"She used to work at a café," Aiden murmured, reading the note aloud. "The same one I used to visit during my school days."
His mind raced as memories of the café flooded back. He remembered the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the laughter of students, and the shy smiles of the baristas. But who could it have been?
Riley stepped into the room, interrupting his thoughts. "Sir, do you want me to investigate further?"
Aiden nodded, his jaw set with determination. "Yes. I need to know who she is. Leave no stone unturned."
As Riley left, Aiden leaned back in his chair, a strange feeling stirring in his chest. Whoever this girl was, she had managed to leave a lasting impression on him, and he was determined to find her.
Back at the Davis household, Indira was on the phone, her voice low and filled with malice.
"She survived again," she muttered. "But not for long. I need her out of the picture."
The man on the other end chuckled darkly. "Consider it done. Just give me the details."
Indira's lips curled into a wicked smile. "You'll get everything you need. Just make sure it's handled quietly."
As she hung up, Indira glanced at her reflection in the mirror. "Enjoy your happiness while it lasts, Sophie," she whispered. "Because soon, it'll all come crashing down."
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