For a moment, Maribel couldn't talk. She was too shocked to speak.She huffed and looked away as she tried to look for the right words to qualify what was on her mind. "This is not possible! It can't be!" She protested softly. "There's no way Miller would be my father. There's no way I will be your sister. It's not possible! Is this a lie? Is this supposed to be a prank?" She yelled."We are saying the truth, Annabelle.""Don't call me that!" Maribel yelled. "Im_not Annabelle," she sobbed softly, her voice failing her. "I'm Clara," she whispered. Sophia released a sigh, perturbed. "We know that you are still confused. But I want you to understand this," she sighed. "Morris has done a lot to damage your family. You need to come back home, you really need to," she uttered.Maribel couldn't talk. She didn't even know what to say. A lot of feelings were mixed inside her in some sort of crazy confusion."You should remember me, Annabelle. We played together two days before you were taken

Frederick drowned his vodkas slowly. "Peter Pan is doing a great job of hiding his identity and none of you!" He yelled in annoyance. "None of you could unreveal him?" He picked a bottle of champagne and threw it in no particular direction. It hit the wall and smashed into a thousand pieces.The men around shuddered."Peter Pan had no lead, boss. There's no way we could have traced him," one of the men responded.Frederick regarded the man for a moment before he picked up a bottle and threw it at him. It hit his head and he started bleeding."If you don't fucking know to get Peter Pan, don't fucking talk or I'm going to cut off your head. I need you to get me Peter Pan and as fast as possible!" He hollered at them.The men bowed their heads in shame and guilt.Frederick sat up suddenly. "Wait a minute. Benson still works for Peter Pan?" It wasn't really a question but everyone nodded all the same.A smile formed at the tip of Frederick's mouth. "If we can't locate Peter Pan directly,

Mabel hesitated as she thought of what to do. She released a sigh and suddenly went on her knees.She couldn't contain the embarrassment but she had no choice. She had to save her head."I'm sorry, Derek. I'm very sorry. Please, forgive me," she pleaded softly.Derek smiled softly. "One more thing, you are not to inform Amelia that you saw me tonight. I will definitely come for you If you do."Mabel nodded quickly. "I won't."Derek looked at Herbert and signalled for him."You can leave," Herbert muttered and she scampered away."Where did you know her from?" Albert inquired, anger still vivid in his voice. "She's so disrespectful.""What should we do with the manager?" Herbert asked suddenly.Derek raised a skeptical brow. "The manager?""Yes, you didn't know?" Albert smiled. "Well, since you are the owner of Beacon Hills, you could have him fired."The manager's eyes widened with shock and fear gripped him instantly. "What!" Derek was the next to be shocked. He looked at Albert. "H

For a moment, Maribel didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she was supposed to go out of stay.Perhaps Morris was merely sleeping. It was very late in the night anyway."Clara?" Morris called again and Maribel heard him move.Maribel held her breath for a moment.Morris suspected something as well because he got out of bed and looked towards where Maribel was.At this point, Maribel decided to do the one thing that came to his mind, escape.She opened the door and hurried out. She pulled out her phone as she hurried along the hallway and placed a call to Nick.Nick picked it up immediately. "Hello, Maribel.""Have you seen Clara?""Not yet," Nick said in a whisper. "How many rooms are in this estate?"Maribel made a quick calculation. "Maybe ten," she sighed. "So, that means you haven't come across any of Morris' men, right? Because I've just met Morris," she revealed."What! Morris!" Nick exclaimed softly. "How? Where?""He's the one in the master bedroom."Nick cursed under hi

Maribel looked up, just as Clara moved closer."My father killed your father because he deserved it. You should be grateful all these years that my father brought you up," Clara said with sarcasm and there was a stupid smirk on her face.Maribel found herself smiling. However, she wanted to punch the stupid smirk off Clara's face."And you are so happy about it. Your father is a murderer and it pleases you?""Well, I don't care actually. Besides, I'm taking over my father from wherever he stops. So, why should it not please me?"Maribel looked away. "You don't have the tendency to speak to me, Clara. I used to be in your position. It's until he starts using you for his selfish means before you discover the kind of man he is."Clara laughed. "You know what, there's a difference between you and me. You are the daughter of his enemy. I am his daughter. Do you think he jokes with me?" She yelled.Maribel turned a deaf ear to him. The pains she was having in her abdomen have suddenly multi