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Janelle beamed with joy as she mingled with her friends, laughter echoing around the grand poolside. Her father had spared no expense, hosting an extravagant party at their home to celebrate her outstanding achievement, placing first in her class the previous session.
To Sebastian, she was more than just a daughter.
She was a blessing.
"Sally!" Janelle called out, her face lighting up the moment she spotted her best friend.
"I'm so happy you came," she added with a cheerful giggle.
Sally grinned. "I wouldn't miss this for anything. Your dad is seriously rich, you know."
"You're so lucky," Cliff chimed in, shaking his head in amazement.
Janelle simply smiled, her happiness radiating effortlessly as the children continued to enjoy the lively celebration.
By the time the party came to an end, the evening had been nothing short of perfect.
Janelle was adored by everyone.
At school, she was just as remarkable, loved by her teachers, admired by her peers. Intelligent, and strikingly beautiful, she seemed to shine wherever she went.
That night, tucked comfortably in her room, she lay beneath her covers, her eyes already growing heavy with sleep.
"Just sing until I fall asleep," she murmured softly to her nanny, the woman who had raised her and cared for her like a mother.
Mrs. Loren smiled warmly. "As you wish, my dear."
Just as she was about to begin, a familiar voice called from the doorway.
"Janelle."
Sebastian stepped into the room.
"Dad!" Janelle quickly sat up, her face brightening at the sight of him.
"I hope you enjoyed the party?" he asked gently.
"I did, Dad. Thank you," she replied with a sweet smile.
A hint of excitement flickered in Sebastian's eyes.
"I have something to show you."
Janelle's curiosity sparked instantly, a soft giggle escaping her lips. Whatever it was, it had to be something special.
"Come with me," he said.
Mrs. Loren gently took Janelle's hand, and together, they followed Sebastian out of the room, unaware of what awaited them next.
"Wow… this for me, Daddy?" Janelle's eyes sparkled as she stared at the sleek, gleaming car in the driveway. She could hardly believe her eyes, it was brand new, and obviously expensive.
"This… this is just too much," Loren exclaimed, her voice full of awe.
Sebastian smiled, his hand resting lightly on Janelle's shoulder. "From now on, instead of taking the bus to school, your driver will take you in your own car," he explained.
Janelle's face lit up, and she threw her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!" she giggled, then stepped back to admire the car.
She turned to herself with a cheeky grin. "At least that silly Salome won't be able to brag about the car she drives to school anymore. Mine is way better, way more expensive!"
Luxury, pampering, and endless gifts, this was the life Janelle had always dreamed of. She loved it all: the comfort, the attention, the freedom. Every part of it made her feel lucky, and she didn't take a single moment for granted.
Later that evening, Loren tucked Janelle into bed, but the girl's excitement wouldn't let her stop talking.
"Since Dad got me a new car," Janelle began, bouncing slightly under the covers, "he should also get me a new driver! Seth is so slow, I need someone faster!"
Loren chuckled, shaking her head. "Don't be too demanding, Janelle. Just let your dad decide. He loves you so much, and you should make him proud."
Janelle grinned mischievously. "Anything for my dad," she said, hugging her pillow.
Loren smiled warmly. "Alright then. Early to bed, early to rise. I have to go now."
"Good night, Loren," Janelle whispered, her eyes still sparkling with excitement.
"Good night, Janelle," Loren replied softly, leaving the room with a smile.
The night was quiet, but Janelle's mind was still buzzing with joy and anticipation. The shiny car outside seemed to promise endless adventures, and she couldn't wait to start enjoying every single one.
*
"You're such a bad brat, Jordan! For once in your life, can't you leave Maja in peace?" Adrian yelled, his voice rising with frustration, while Jordan just smirked, unbothered.
"I don't like her," Jordan replied arrogantly. "She's not even up to our standard."
"You should stop being the bad guy!" Adrian snapped, shoving Jordan. She stumbled and fell onto the floor with a thud.
"And what the heck are you two doing?" Lewis walked in, surprised to find the siblings in such a state.
"Are you two arguing again? Adrian, why did you push your sister?" he demanded, frowning.
"Let her learn to mind her own business," Adrian shot back, his voice defiant.
"I hope this isn't about Maja," Lewis said, with suspicion in his tone.
"Adrian is just full of himself!" Jordan yelled, pointing at her brother.
"You started all this, Jordan!" Adrian fired back, his temper flaring.
"Quiet!" Lewis barked, slamming his hands on the edge of the couch. "Both of you! Just go back to your rooms. You little brats, we'll discuss this later!"
Adrian sighed, glaring at Jordan one last time before storming off to his room, leaving Jordan fuming behind.
*
Sebastian arrived at home with his fiancée, Liza. He had already told Janelle about the visit, and she seemed curious but calm.
"Welcome home, Daddy!" Janelle ran toward him and threw her arms around his neck, then paused as she noticed the woman beside him.
"This is Janelle, my daughter," Sebastian introduced gently. Liza simply nodded, taking in the grand sitting room with a quiet glance.
"And this is Mrs. Loren," he continued. "She's Janelle's nanny but has been like a mother to her."
"okay," Liza said, holding Sebastian's hand lightly.
"We need to talk if you don't mind," Liza said, and Sebastian nodded, following her upstairs.
Janelle frowned, a look of disgust spreading across her face. "I don't think I like her," she whispered.
"She'll soon be your new mother," Loren explained calmly.
"I don't want that! I'm telling Dad right away!" Janelle exclaimed, dashing toward the stairs. Loren called after her, but Janelle ignored her.
Upstairs, Janelle crept toward the landing, and her ears caught whispered voices.
"I don't like her… your nanny. If I'm marrying you, she has to go," she heard Liza say sharply.
"But… I can't.." Sebastian began, his tone hesitant.
"You have to. And I hope your little daughter isn't a spoiled brat," Liza added, her voice sharp and commanding.
"Uh… I thought we talked about this, Liza. If you love me, you have to love Janelle too," he said, his patience cracking.
Janelle pushed the door open. "You little witch! How dare you eavesdrop on our conversation?" Liza shrieked in anger.
"Nobody is going to fire my nanny, Loren! And Dad, I don't think I like her, so get rid of this trash, she can't be my mother!" Janelle's voice rang out, defiant.
Sebastian froze, shocked by her boldness. He had never imagined Janelle would speak like this. Glancing at Liza, he saw the fury in her eyes.
"How dare she!" Liza screamed, red with anger.
Sebastian froze, stunned by the venom in his daughter's voice. He had never, heard Janelle speak like that.
For a moment, the room fell into a suffocating silence.
Then he turned slowly to Liza.
Her face had changed.
The polite, composed woman from moments ago was gone. In her place stood someone else entirely, her eyes blazing with fury, her lips trembling with something far darker than anger.
"How dare she!" Liza screamed, her voice echoing against the walls.
Janelle didn't flinch.
Instead, she stepped forward, lifting her chin with a boldness far beyond her years. "I said what I said. She's not my mother, and she never will be."
"Janelle!" Sebastian snapped, his voice sharper than intended.
But before he could say another word, Liza let out a cold, humorless laugh.
"Oh, Sebastian… is this what I'm marrying into?" she said slowly, her tone dripping with disdain. "A disrespectful child… and a nanny who clearly doesn't know her place?"
Downstairs, Loren's heart began to pound as the raised voices carried through the house.
"Apologize. Now," Sebastian ordered, his jaw tightening as he looked at Janelle.
Janelle's eyes flickered, not with fear, but with something else… something stubborn. Something unyielding.
"No."
That single word hit harder than a slap.
Liza's expression darkened instantly.
"Then this changes everything," she said quietly.
Sebastian frowned. "What do you mean?"
Liza turned to him fully now, her voice calm, but deadly.
"It means," she said, each word deliberate, "you're going to have to choose."
The air seemed to vanish from the room.
"Choose?" Sebastian repeated, his voice low.
"Yes," Liza continued, her gaze flicking briefly toward Janelle before returning to him. "Me… or them."
Janelle's breath caught.
Sebastian's heart pounded against his chest.
"And if you don't make the right choice…" Liza added, her lips curving into a faint, chilling smile, "then I will."
A heavy silence followed.
Then..
Janelle took a slow step backward, her small hands clenching into fists as a sudden, terrifying thought crossed her mind.
Because the look in Liza's eyes…
It wasn't just anger. It was a promise.
And for the first time since she had met her, Janelle felt something she had never felt before.
Fear!