A Mother's Reckoning

Zaccaria Linn

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The polo match shimmered with Hamptons elite, a cruel contrast to my jazz singer soul. Julian, my husband, was, as always, obsessed with his "white moonlight," Scarlett Vance, and her daughter Penelope. My twin sons, Leo and Noah, just five years old, were the only music in my gilded cage. Then Penelope, Scarlett's daughter, had a medical crisis, aplastic anemia, needing a bone marrow transplant. Julian' s words froze my blood: Leo and Noah, my babies, were perfect matches. He ignored my pleas, dismissing their age, proclaiming them "useful to the family." He ripped my sons from my arms, forcing them into a dangerous, excessive donation for Penelope, leaving them bleeding and feverish. While my sons lay dying, he was at a gala celebrating Penelope' s "miraculous recovery." He called my desperate calls for help "dramatic," then hung up. With no drivers, no one to help, I scooped my fading boys into my arms, rushing into the pouring Manhattan rain. I begged a public hospital for help, drenched in their blood, only to be met with news reports of Julian lighting up the Empire State Building in celebratory pink, and witnesses whispering, "Negligent mother." Then the doctor came. "They're gone." My sons, my world, brutally taken by a cold, calculating man who saw them as a resource. But Julian didn't know his mother, Eleanor Thorne, was about to expose the monstrous lie he' d sacrificed our children for. He didn' t know this was just the beginning of my reckoning.

Betrayal Revenge CEO Twins Drama

Chapter 10

01-06 20:29

Introduction

The polo match shimmered with Hamptons elite, a cruel contrast to my jazz singer soul.

Julian, my husband, was, as always, obsessed with his "white moonlight," Scarlett Vance, and her daughter Penelope.

My twin sons, Leo and Noah, just five years old, were the only music in my gilded cage.

Then Penelope, Scarlett's daughter, had a medical crisis, aplastic anemia, needing a bone marrow transplant.

Julian' s words froze my blood: Leo and Noah, my babies, were perfect matches.

He ignored my pleas, dismissing their age, proclaiming them "useful to the family."

He ripped my sons from my arms, forcing them into a dangerous, excessive donation for Penelope, leaving them bleeding and feverish.

While my sons lay dying, he was at a gala celebrating Penelope' s "miraculous recovery."

He called my desperate calls for help "dramatic," then hung up.

With no drivers, no one to help, I scooped my fading boys into my arms, rushing into the pouring Manhattan rain.

I begged a public hospital for help, drenched in their blood, only to be met with news reports of Julian lighting up the Empire State Building in celebratory pink, and witnesses whispering, "Negligent mother."

Then the doctor came.

"They're gone."

My sons, my world, brutally taken by a cold, calculating man who saw them as a resource.

But Julian didn't know his mother, Eleanor Thorne, was about to expose the monstrous lie he' d sacrificed our children for.

He didn' t know this was just the beginning of my reckoning.