a's

That woman-was it really Janelle? No, it couldn't be. But the image was burned

d confirmed her death years ago. If she had someho

ded back-those curly, wavy red locks. I couldn't forget t

in debt. When he finally died, it brought us temporary peace, but

d married him. Our lives changed overnight; we went from struggling to m

hat he bestowed upon her, fueling our jealousy. When Mom discovered that he had willed almost everythi

fully aware that when she turned eighteen, she would inherit everything.

t of the woman I had just seen. The red hair, those innoc

, it meant trouble for Mom and me. I had to

number. It rang just once before

thorough undergroun

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n a billionaire's mansion was surprisingly enjoyable. With my full-time job working fo

swallowed two and stripped down for a shower, feeling my headache fade. The smil

s that flooded back, and I felt a rush of ex

s: I had amnesia. The doctor explained that I had suffered a serious injury years prior, which had rob

but had kept it from me to protect me. I never

memories became. I learned about Xena and Maria Halls, and

ter-Janelle. When I saw a photo of myself, albeit with black hair and a thinner frame, it

e truly was, filled me with a twisted sense of satisfac

urned off the warm wa

t. I will uncover your s