THIRD PERSON’S POV
The night at Stone Villa didn’t end quietly. What had started as a simple nightmare had turned into something much heavier.
Ashley had woken up fully now. Her small face was red from crying. Her eyes were still wet with tears that refused to stop falling.
Franca stood beside her bed, trying to comfort her, but Ashley’s mood had already shifted into something harder to control.
“I don’t need her!” Ashley suddenly shouted. She pushed the blanket away angrily. “I said I don’t want her! Why did you call her?”
Franca froze for a moment, clearly surprised by the sudden outburst. She didn’t expect this kind of anger from a child who had just been crying for her mother minutes ago.
“Ashley, calm down,” she said gently “You were crying and calling for her. I thought-”
“I wasn’t!” Ashley interrupted quickly. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand “You’re lying! I don’t need her at all!”
Her words were harsh, especially for someone her age. Franca’s expression was filled with concern. She felt helpless. She didn’t know how to respond without making things worse.
Ashley’s breathing grew heavier.
“She’s not my mom!” she added “Why should I care about her?”
Franca was shocked. She knew children could say things out of anger, but hearing it spoken so clearly still felt wrong.
Before Franca could respond, the door suddenly opened.
Tasha walked in. Her expression was calm but observant, as if she had already heard everything from outside. She took in the scene quickly.
Without hesitation, she moved toward Ashley.
“Oh, my poor baby,” Tasha said softly. She sat down beside Ashley and pulled her into a hug. “Why are you so upset like this?”
Ashley didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned into Tasha.
“They’re forcing her on me,” she muttered “I don’t want her.”
Tasha gently stroked Ashley’s hair, soothing her
“Alright, alright,” she said in a low voice. “No one is going to force you to do anything you don’t want.”
Franca frowned. She felt the situation slipping out of her control.
“That’s not what’s happening,” she said carefully. “Ashley was crying for her. I only thought it would help-”
Tasha looked up at her with dark eyes.
“And when she says she doesn’t want her, that should be respected too,” she said firmly.
Franca straightened “I’m only doing what’s best for her. She’s just a child. She doesn’t always understand her own feelings.”
“Exactly,” Tasha snapped. “She’s a child. That means we should be even more careful about how we treat her choices.”
The room fell quiet for a moment. Ashley held on to Tasha slightly, clearly finding comfort in her presence. Franca felt frustrated.
Tasha leaned closer to Ashley again.
“You don’t have to worry,” she whispered. “I’m here, okay?”
Ashley nodded.
Then, without looking away from the child, Tasha spoke again. Her voice was directed at Franca this time.
“And I think it would be better if everyone in this house remembered their place,” she added calmly. “Respect goes both ways.”
The message was clear, even though she didn’t say it directly. Franca understood it immediately, and it didn’t sit well with her. Still, she didn’t argue further.
-
The next morning was filled with tension.
Ashley was quieter now, but she was still upset.
Meanwhile, Sophia was into her morning routine when her phone rang. She frowned when she looked at her screen and saw Damien’s name. For a brief moment, she considered ignoring it, but then she answered.
“Hello?” she said.
“Sophia,” Damien’s voice came through. “I need you to do something.”
She didn’t respond, waiting for him to continue.


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