She looked young but weary, her small belly noticeable as she cleared tables,
When Mia saw me, her face flushed with anger, and she rushed towards me, ready to lash out. “This can’t be happening! No way!”
Luckily, the restaurant owner stopped in just in time to stop her.
Her eyes were red, and she kept muttering. “No way, this can’t be reall
After that incident, the restaurant fired her, and I never saw her again.
Then Fiona, who had been missing for ages, resurfaced after Logan’s fortunes turned around. Sho came back, sobbing and full of apologies, claiming she had been deceived by others.
It was clear she was struggling to make ends meet. Logan, though silent and visibly conflicted, allowed her to stay in a guest room.
The dynamics in the house had shifted dramatically. Whatever I requested, Logan would agree to, while Fiona’s every word seemed to be dismissed
At first, she treated me with the same disdain as before, throwing insults my way and trying to assert her authority. But after Logan’s reminder that she could either treat mo well or end up. on the streets, Fiona finally eased up on me.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease, it felt like she was watching my every move.
Flona would sneak off to make mysterious phone calls and often disappear for long
strotchos.
I wasn’t surprised when, one morning. I woke up tied up in an abandoned warehouse.
I
I called out, my voice echoing in the empty space, “Mia, is that you? Come on out!”
Mia looked older, her youthful glow replaced by a weary, middle–aged demeanor.
Hor belly now bore the weight of a lost child, a decision made under Barry’s influence.
She couldn’t even take care of herself, let alone a baby.
Whenever there was a chance to profit, she was quick to jump back into the game. “Do you think we can really get the money?” Barry asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Mia replied, her confidence unwavering. “Relax. Mom said Logan’s got a soft spot for her Getting some cash is a piece of cake.”
It was clear Fiona was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
r now.
No wonder she’d been so eager to bring me that warm glass of milk last night, insisting I
drink it all.
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drink it all.
They had plotted this from the start, lying in wait for me here.
Whether in this life or the last, her favoritism was glaring; it felt like she wanted me dead more than anything.
I
“Mia, I’m still your sister!” I pleaded, trying to reach her humanity.
“Sister? What a joke! I’ve always been prettier and luckier than you. Why should you get all the good things while I end up like this? Don’t worry, if you just cooperate, I’ll make your death quick and painless.”
It was clear she wanted to eliminate me and start anew, but Barry hesitated. “We agreed, be we get the money, we’re out. I’m not playing this deadly game with you,” he said, trying to snatch the knife from her hand.
Just then, the wail of police sirens pierced the air outside.
“Listen up! You’re surrounded! Release the hostage now!”
I had known all along that Mia’s jealousy would drive her to this point.
Jack and I had coordinated; as soon as I was taken, he’d call the cops.
Fiona’s sudden concern had raised my suspicions, prompting me to text Jack before drinking
that milk.
The police had sealed off the area, leaving no escape route.
“Mio, just give it up! You’re going to prison!” Barry urged with desperation creeping into his
voice.
“Coward! What are you afraid of? I can always start over!” she snapped back.
I recalled the past vividly, how I had become a successful entrepreneur, surrounded by
compliments at Oliver’s birthday party.
“I remember when Mia was the one who stood out, always the prettier, more talented.”
“Yeah, look at her now. She’s a mess, deceived by men, while her sister has made something
of herself.”
Back then, Mia had approached me, looking pitiful in her plain clothes.
“Sis, I feel like I’d embarrass you in this outfit. Can we go to the mall and get something nice?”
Her sad eyes had convinced me to take her shopping in my new convertible. But on the way, she had snapped, grabbing the steering wheel and veering toward a truck. The next thing I knew,
we were reborn.
Ironically, Mia still had no idea I had also come back.
As Barry wrestled the knife from Mia, she pulled out a gun from her pocket.
“No matter what, you’re going down today,” she hissed, aiming it at Barry.
She added, “Try to take it from me, and I’ll kill you, too.”
Barry froze, fear evident in his eyes.
The police’s voice rang out again. “Listen! This is your final warning! Drop the weapon and release the hostage!”
But Mia was too far gone, her mind set on a do–over.
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Then, a deafening sound filled the air; the bullet didn’t come to me.
I opened my eyes to see Mia crumpled on the ground, blood pooling around her. The snipers outside had been ready for this moment.
I knelt beside her, whispering, “Do you know why the gun didn’t fire when you pulled the trigger? Because it was a fake. Your boyfriend was in on it, too. You really thought he just happened to be by your side? You’re not the only one who’s been given a second chance.”
Mia glared at me, her face twisted with resentment and helplessness.
I had spent a small fortune hiring a private investigator to track down Barry. Once I found dm, I bribed him to return to Mia, coaxing her into buying a gun.
I had flippe
flipped the script, taking control of a situation.
She couldn’t use a knife; she had to use a fake gun to take me out.
This way, the police outside would have no choice but to fire a shot to protect me.
I could eliminate a huge problem without lifting a finger.
In the end, I walked away unscathed.
After a brief questioning at the police station, I was free to go home.
Logan and Jack were already waiting for me when I arrived.
“Mia? Where is she?” Fiona rushed at me as soon as I stepped through the door, her eyes. wide with concern.
I retorted, “How do you know Mia was with me? Was it you who slipped the sleeping pills in my milk yesterday?”
Fiona denied it vehemently.
I pulled out the video evidence of her slipping the pills, and she fell silent, her face draining of
color.
Logan was in disbelief, realizing that the woman he called his wife had poisoned her own daughter.
He roared, “How twisted can you be?”
I laid out the photos and documents from the private investigator on the table. They showed Fiona cozying up to some young men and included confidential company documents she had sold to our competitors for cash. Fiona was literally biting the hand that fed her.
Her expression turned to one of despair, her eyes filled with hatred as she lunged at me,
trying to grab my hair. I easily restrained her.
“You filthy b**ch! Mia died because of you! I shouldn’t have taken you to this world!”
I thought, “Was this really the kind of thing a mother should say?”
Logan was ready to file for divorce. I couldn’t care less; my custody was already in his name.
In this house, Fiona was the one who had overstayed her welcome.
Her go–to tactics were crying, throwing tantrums, and making threats. She refused to leave,
so Logan just let her be as if we were keeping a useless pet.
While I juggled my college studies, I gradually took over the entire business. Jack and I became the perfect team, and he was one of the company’s shareholders.
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“Mia? Where is she?” Fiona rushed at me as soon as I stepped through the door, her fes
wide with concern.
I retorted. “How do you know Mia was with me? Was it you who slipped the sleeping pills in
my milk yesterday?
color
Fiona denied it vehemently.
I pulled out the video evidence of her slipping the pills, and she fell silent, her face draining of
Logan was in disbelief, realizing that the woman he called his wife had poisoned her own
daughter.
He roared, “How twisted can you be?”
I laid out the photos and documents from the private investigator on the table. They showed Fiona cozying up to some young men and included confidential company documents she had sold to our competitors for cash. Fiona was literally biting the hand that fed her.
Her expression turned to one of despair, her eyes filled with hatred as she lunged at me,
trying to grab my hair. I easily restrained her.
“You filthy b**ch! Mia died because of you! I shouldn’t have taken you to this world!”
I thought, “Was this really the kind of thing a mother should say?”
Logan was ready to file for divorce. I couldn’t care less; my custody was already in his name.
In this house, Fiona was the one who had overstayed her welcome.
Her go–to tactics were crying, throwing tantrums, and making threats. She refused to leave. so Logan just let her be as if we were keeping a useless pet.
While I juggled my college studies, I gradually took over the entire business. Jack and became the perfect team, and he was one of the company’s shareholders.
Before long, our company went public.
Logan ditched us to live it up, gallivanting around the world.
Meanwhile, Fiona seemed to lose her grip on reality after Mia’s death.
She kept muttering, ‘She wanted to kill me! Hurry up and kill her! I need to hide, if they find
me, it’ll be bad!”
It wasn’t healthy for her to stay cooped up at home, so I made the decision to admit her to a city mental health facility for some much–needed care.
Months later, I received a call from the hospital. “You need to come in. Fiona has passed
away.”
In the dead of night, during one of her episodes, she had snuck out and wandered off, mumbling Mia’s name.
Fiona walked for miles in the dark, and tragically, she was hit by a car.
Even in her last moments, she was calling out for Mia
I couldn’t help but think, “Mom, just how much did you love her? How little did you care about
me?”
