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28/07/2025

Chikito stood quietly beside the elevator, waiting for it to open. She had come to apply for a job at the big company and was nerv0us but hopeful. She wore a simple dress and held her file t!ghtly in her hands.

An old man slowly walked toward the elevator. His steps were sl0w, and he looked t!red. Chikito quickly m0ved forward and held the door 0pen for him.

“Sir, please come in,” she said with a smile.

“Thank you, my ch!ld,” the 0ld man said kindly and stepped in sl0wly.

Just then, a young lady in high heels rushed 0ver. She fr0wned when she saw Chikito helping the man.

“What is this n0nsense?” the lady sh0uted.

Before Chikito could answer, the lady push£d the old man l!ghtly out of the elevator and st£pped in herself.

Chikito was sh0cked. “Why would you do that? That’s n0t good!” she said with c0urage.

The lady l0oked her up and down. “Do you know who I am? I’m Ajoye, the HR manager of this company. If you’re here for a job, forget it. There’s no ch@nce for you.”

Chikito’s h£art s@nk, but she kept qu!et. She helped the old man sit on a chair nearby and gave him a bottle of water from her bag.

The old man smiled and said, “Thank you. You are a kind girl.”

A few minutes later, a handsome young man in a suit came out of the elevator. Everyone greeted him with respect.

He walked straight to the old man and hugged him.

“Dad! I didn’t know you came today.”

Everyone was surpr!sed. Chikito’s ey£s 0pened w!de. The old man was the father of the CEO!

“What h@ppened here?” the CEO asked.

The old man pointed at Chikito. “This girl helped me with so much respect while another lady pushed me away.”

The CEO turned to Chikito. “Are you here for an interview?”

“Yes sir,” she said quietly.

“Give her the j0b,” the CEO said. “We need people like her.”

Ajoye's face ch@nged. She cl£nched her f!st and f0rced a smile, but inside she was b0iling with .

As Chikito followed the CEO inside the building, Ajoye stared at her with eyes full of jeal0usy.

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28/07/2025

Sometimes k!ndness opens doors that p0wer cann0t. Foll0w Chikito’s journey as one small act of kindness in an elevat0r changes her l!fe f0rever. But not everyone is happy about it.
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27/07/2025

Nkem wiped her f@ce, stood up, and removed the borr0wed dress. She wore her own creation — a sky-blue gown made with love, precision, and her local fabrics. She cleaned her face, packed her hair neatly, and walked back to the stage.

The host looked surprised. “Miss Nkem, do you still want to present your w0rk?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir. I want to do it as myself.”

The audience murmured as she confidently stepped onto the stage. She held her head high, explained her design, and spoke from the h£art.

“I may not have exp£nsive materials, but this gown was made by hand with passi0n. I represent th0usands of young tail0rs in towns and villages who are full of talent but lack opportunities. Today, I cho0se to be pr0ud of who I am.”

The hall went sil£nt. Then slowly, applause began. First from the judges, then from the crowd. Her words had t0uched them. She didn’t win first place, but something even better happen£d.

One of the judges, a respected designer named Madam Tilda, called her aside after the show.

“You may not have w0n the competiti0n,” Madam Tilda said, “but you have w0n my h£art. I want to ment0r you. People like you are the future of fashion in this c0untry.”

T£ars of joy filled Nkem’s eyes. That one opp0rtunity changed her l!fe.
Months later, Nkem’s designs were featured in magazines. She opened a bigger shop, h!red two apprentices, and began teaching young girls how to sew with pr!de.

One day, Sonia — the same girl who m0.cked her — came to her shop.

“Nkem, I’m s0rry for how I tre@ted you.
I respect what you’ve bec0me. Please, will you teach me too?”

Nkem smiled warmly. “Yes, I will. We ríse by lífting others.”

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Moral Lesson:

You don’t need to pret£nd to be some0ne else to succeed. Stay true to yourself. C0nfidence, k!ndness, and hard w0rk always open the right doors.
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27/07/2025

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27/07/2025

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25/07/2025

In the peaceful town of Umuka, there lived a young woman named Nkeam. She was beautiful, smart, and well-loved in her neighborhood. Nkeam owned a small tailoring shop where she made clothes for people in the community. Her designs were neat, and her attitude was humble. She wasn’t rich, but she was content with what she had.

One day, while working on a customer’s dress, Nkem received a message on her phone. It was an inv!/tation to a prestigious event in the city — a fashion competition for young designers. The prize? A cash reward and a one-year contract with a top fashion company.

At first, Nkem was excited. “Maybe this is my chance,” she thought. But when she arrived at the venue and saw other designers in expensive clothes with fl@shy hairstyles and makeup, her confidence began to dr0p.

One of the contestants, a girl named Sonia, walked up to her and l@ughed, “Is this what you’re wearing? Village g!rl. You’ll emb@rr@ss yourself.”
The other girls l@ughed too, and Nkeam’s h£art s@nk. She suddenly felt ash@med of her simple gown and rubber slippers.

When it was her turn to showcase her work, she hesitated. Her design was beautiful but simple. Unlike others, she didn’t have the latest machines or imp0rted fabrics.

Trying to fit in, Nkeam borr0wed a pair of heels from someone and wore a dress that wasn’t hers. It was t!ght and unc0mfortable, but she wanted to “bel0ng.”

As she stepped onto the stage, she stumbl£d. The heels tw!sted, and she almost f£ll. The crowd g@sped. Her dress t0re slightly at the side, and she ran backst@ge, humil!ated.

Te@rs rolled down her cheeks. “Why did I pret£nd? Why wasn’t I pr0ud of who I am?”
Just then, she received a call from her younger brother, Chuka.

“Nne, how did it go?” he asked with excitement.

She sn!ffled. “It didn’t go well. I tried to be like others and made a f/0ol of myself.”

There was silence on the line, and then Chuka said something that made her fr£eze.

“Did you forget, you taught me to be pr0ud of myself even when others l@ugh?”

Nkem stared at herself in the mirr0r. Her real clothes were folded nearby. Her simple dress. Her flat shoes. Her real design — not borr0wed, not f@ke.

She took a deep br£ath.

And then, something unexp£cted happ£n£d…

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24/07/2025

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Oluchi stood in front of the tall glass mirror in the staff l∅cker r⁰om. She took a deep breath and adjusted her waiter’s uniform. Her face looked different without makeup. Her smooth h@ir was h!dden under a black cap. No one would ever guess she was the only daughter of the wealthy Mr. Okafor, the owner of several estates across the c0untry.

She smiled lightly at her reflecti0n.
“This is the only way I can find r£al love,” she wh!spered to herself.

After years of being f0llowed by people who only liked her for her father’s m0ney, Oluchi made a dec!si0n. She left her father’s mansion and secr£tly applied for a job as a waiter at Royal Grace H0tel, one of the top hotels in the city. Even though her hands were soft and not used to work, she was determined to h!de her ident!ty and live like a regular g!rl.

On her first day at work, she met Kamsi, another waiter who had been working at the hotel for a year. Kamsi was l!vely, funny, and kind.

“You look new,” Kamsi said, smiling as she wíped a table.
“Yes. My name is Oluchi,” she replied.
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you around. Let’s surv!ve this place together!” Kamsi said and laughed.

They became fast friends.

Later that week, Kamsi introduced her to James, a tall, handsome kitchen staff. James always looked neat, spoke softly, and seemed friendly. Oluchi found herself liking him quickly. Every day, she looked forward to seeing him.

But there was one problem—James kept asking her for m0ney.

“Oluchi, can I borrow small c@sh? I forg0t my transport fare.”
“My brother is s!ck; please h£lp me with something.”
“I’ll p@y you back next week, I pr0mise.”

At first, she didn’t mind. She thought he was going through a tough time. But it became a habit. Even though she e@rned only a small sal@ry, she kept giving him m0ney.

Kamsi once w@rned her.
“Oluchi, shine your ey£s oh. James na correct guy, but that m0ney issu£ ehn…”
“I trust him,” Oluchi replied. “He’s just having a h@rd time.”

One day, Oluchi made a bold dec!sion—she was going to prop0se to James.
“Yes,” she smiled to herself. “I’ll tell him how I feel and give him a r!ng.”

She pl@nned the prop0sal for the evening, after work. She even told Kamsi, who was overly exc!ted.
“This is going to be beautiful! Let’s call it an engagement party!” Kamsi cheered.

But that same afternoon, something unexp£cted h@ppened.

Oluchi was sent to serve drinks to a special guest. When she entered the VIP lounge, a tall, serious-looking man in a dark suit stood up. As she walked toward him with a tray full of drinks, he turned without looking—and bump£d into h£r.

The tray slipped from her hands. Drinks p0ured all over h£r unif0rm and the floor.

The whole place went s!lent.

“I’m so s0rry,” she said, wiping herself quickly. “You should have been careful, sir.”
The man looked at her, then turned away without a word.
“Excuse me, sir, I think you should ap0logize,” she said, a little l0uder.

He looked at her again, his eyes c0ld. “You’re just a waiter. Learn to h0ld your tray properly.” Then he sat back d0wn and p!cked up his ph0ne.

Before Oluchi could say anything else, Kamsi rushed into the r0om.

“Oluchi!” she whispered, pulling her. “Don’t forget you’re prop0sing today, remember? Let’s go, go, go!”

Oluchi gave the man one last glance, w!ped her hands, and followed Kamsi 0ut of the l0unge.

That evening, Kamsi arranged a small table in the staff lounge and brought out some wine and snacks.

“Drink a little,” Kamsi said. “You need to relax before the big moment!”

Oluchi laughed nerv0usly. “Just a little,” she agreed.

But after two glasses, Kamsi kept filling her cup.
“You need to lo0sen up. James is going to say yes, I’m sure!”

Soon, Oluchi began feeling d!zzy. Her eyes were he@vy, and her steps were sl0w.

“I think… I need to r£st,” she muttered.
“No pr0blem,” Kamsi said. “There’s a quiet guest r0om upstairs. Go l!e down for a b!t.”

Oluchi nodded and dr@gged her tir£d l£gs up the stairs. She opened a door and entered, thinking it was the room Kamsi told her about.

She didn’t notice the gold label on the door that read:
“CEO SUITE.”

She closed the door behind her and coll@ps£d on the soft b£d, her head spinn!ng. In seconds, she was f@st asl£ep.

But she didn’t know… the same man who sp!ll£d drinks on her earlier was about to walk into that very ro00m.

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24/07/2025

Alisa stood in front of Ethan and Elina, her eyes full of em0t!ons. After a moment of s!lence, she finally spoke.
“Yes, I did it. I took Elina’s ch!ld and pret£nded he was mine,” she said quietly.

Elina looked at her with wide ey£s. Ethan held Elina’s hand t!ghtly, trying to st@y calm.
“You had no right to do that,” Ethan said f!rmly. “You l!ed to me. You l!ed to everyone.”

Alisa sighed and w!ped her ey£s. “I was sc@red… I didn’t want to l0se you. I thought if I had your ch!ld, you would always l0ve me.”

Ethan sho,0k his he@d. “L0ve doesn’t w0rk that way, Alisa. And what you did to Elina was very wr0ng.”

Elina stayed s!lent, still holding back her t£ars.

Even though Alisa had adm!tted the truth, she still didn’t want to give up. She waited until everything seemed normal again, and one day, she picked up Jayden from school without telling any0ne.

Jayden was happy to see her. “Where are we going, mummy?” he asked, holding his school bag.

Alisa smiled and said, “We are going on a little trip. Just the two of us.”

But her plan was n0t s@fe. She had packed her bags and booked a flight, pl@nn!ng to leave the country with Jayden.

“I will not all0w Elina to be h@ppy,” she whispered to herself. “If I can’t have Ethan, she won’t e!ther.”

Meanwhile, the school had called Ethan and Elina, asking why Jayden was picked up early.

“He didn’t tell us he was going anywhere,” Elina said, w0rried.

Ethan quickly called his bodyguard and asked him to tr@ce Alisa’s steps. Luckily, because Alisa had been under close watch, the bodyguard f0und her just in time.

At the airport, Alisa was about to check in when she was st0pped. Two security officers and Ethan’s bodyguard w@lked up to her.

“Ma’am, you are not all0wed to travel with the child,” one of them said.

Alisa was sh0cked. “No! He’s my s0n!”

Jayden looked c0nfus£d. “I want t0 g0 home. I miss aunt Elina.”

She tried to walk away, but they st0pped her gently. “You need to come with us.”

Alisa was taken into cust9dy for trying to leave with the ch!ld without perm!ssi0n. Jayden was safely returned to Ethan and Elina, who hugged him t!ghtly when he got back.

“Don’t worry,” Elina said, k!ss!ng his foreh£ad. “You’re s@fe now.”

Days passed, and p£ace slowly returned to their lives.

Ethan sat with Elina one evening on the balcony of their home. The stars shone brightly above them, and Jayden was inside, drawing pictures.

“You’ve been through so much, Elina,” Ethan said s0ftly. “But you st@yed str0ng. I want us to be together f0rever.”

Elina smiled. “I never th0ught this day would come. I’m just happy Jayden is with us n0w.”

Ethan knelt down and br0ught out a small box. “Elina, will you m@rry me?”

Her eyes filled with happy t£ars. “Yes, Ethan. Yes!”

They hugged each other warmly as Jayden ran outside, sh0uting, “Are we getting m@rried?”

“Yes, we are,” Ethan replied, l!fting him up. “You’ll be our little pr!nce at the w£dd!ng.”

Months later, Ethan and Elina got m@rried in a beautiful but simple ceremony. It was filled with joy, smiles, and love. Jayden was the happiest boy that day, running around and taking pictures with everyone.

One year after their wedding, Elina gave b!rth to a beautiful baby girl. They named her Hope, because she brought so much light into their lives.

Their home was filled with laughter, bedtime stories, and love. Jayden loved his little sister and always wanted to hold her.

Ethan ran his company with peace of mind, and Elina became the top bag designer, loved by many.

Alisa, on the other hand, rec£ived help to ch@nge her l!fe. She was no longer a part of their story, but they all hoped she would f!nd peace and become a b£tter pers0n.

Elina often sat with Hope in her arms, looking at Jayden and Ethan playing in the garden. She would smile and wh!sper to herself,
“Everything happens for a reas0n. Thank You, God.”

The End.
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23/07/2025

The next morning, Ethan dressed Jayden up and said, “Let’s go visit someone special.”

Jayden smiled wide. “Aunt Elina?”

Ethan nodded. “Yes. You’ll be happy to see her.”

As they drove through the city, Ethan's phone rang. It was a call from his trusted bodyguard.

“Sir,” the voice said, “I found something important. Elina is the same woman from years ago.”

Ethan sat up straight. “What do you mean?”

“She is the mother of your son. She gave b!rth to him after you both sep@rated.”

Ethan's hands began to sh@ke slightly. He looked at Jayden beside him, holding his small hand gently.

“Thank you,” he wh!spered and ended the call.

His heart was full of mixed em0tions—sh0ck, joy, and confus!on. All this time, the woman he had been searching for was Elina… and Jayden was their ch!ld.

When they got to Elina’s house, she was surpr!sed but happy to see them. Jayden ran to her and hugged her t!ght.

“Aunt Elina!” he called.

She laughed softly. “Jayden! You came again?”

She welcomed them into her small but warm home. She served them a simple but delicious meal. Jayden was already eating happily, and Ethan sat watching Elina.

But something had ch@nged.

Now, he saw her not just as a kind woman, but as the woman he once l0ved... and the mother of his child.

He smiled quietly as he watched her serve food and clean Jayden’s face gently. He couldn’t stop looking at her.

But what they didn’t know was that someone had been following them.

Alisa had seen Ethan leave the house with Jayden. Curi0us, she quietly followed them in another car. She waited until they entered Elina’s house. Then, without kn9cking, she opened the door and walked in.

Elina stood up quickly, surpr!sed.

Ethan turned around slowly. “What are you doing here, Alisa?”

Alisa didn’t answer his question. She looked straight at Elina and said, “I’ve come to take my ch!ld.”

Jayden looked up in c0nfus!on.

Ethan stood up and walked in front of Jayden and Elina.

“Alisa,” he said calmly, “Jayden is not going anywhere.”

Alisa's eyes grew w!de. “What do you mean? I raised him! I was there when—”

Ethan raised his hand gently. “Yes, and I’m thankful for that. But the truth is 0ut now. Elina is his mother, and she has the right to see her ch!ld.”

Alisa looked at Elina and then back at Ethan. “So you knew?”

“I just found 0ut,” he replied.

Alisa stood there, fr9zen. Her plans were starting to fall apart, and she could feel it.

Jayden stood up and held Elina’s hand.

“I want to stay here,” he said softly.

Elina looked down at him, her eyes filling with te@rs, but she quickly w!ped them away and hugged him.

Ethan looked at both of them and knew—his l!fe had just ch@nged.

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22/07/2025

After the meeting at the office, Ethan returned to his private lounge and asked to see Alisa.

She arrived, smiling like nothing had h@ppened, but Ethan's face was seri0us.

“Alisa,” he said f!rmly, “I know what you did.”

Alisa looked c0nfused. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve seen the video. You asked someone to ste@l Elina’s designs,” he said, looking straight into her ey£s. “Why would you do that?”

Alisa’s smile slowly f@ded. “I was only trying to pr0tect what belongs to us.”

Ethan sh0ok his head. “That’s not how things should be done. If you ever do something like this again, I’ll make sure you are not all0wed near me or Jayden.”

Alisa’s eyes w!dened. “You would do that to me?”

“I’m doing it to pr0tect my son and to keep this company clean,” he replied calmly. “If you truly care about Jayden, stay away from tr0uble. You are his mother. Be a go0d ex@mple.”

Alisa didn’t say a word. She turned and left the office, but her h£art was boiling with ang£r. She couldn’t believe that Ethan would sp£ak to her like that because of Elina.

“So now it’s all about her?” she thought to herself as she sat in her car. “He defends her, pr0tects her, and now my son also likes her?”

The next morning, Alisa sat alone in the living room, still upset. Suddenly, she heard small footsteps. It was Jayden, holding his iPad and smiling as he watched his favorite cartoon.

As he passed by, humming to the cartoon music, Alisa suddenly looked at him closely. His smile… his calm eyes… they reminded her of Elina again.

That made her even more .

“Jayden,” she called sh@rply.

He stopped and looked at her.

“Go to your room. No more cartoons in the living room. And don’t come out until I say so,” she said c0ldly.

“But why, Mummy?” he asked softly.

“I said g0!” she sh0uted.

Jayden bl!nked and walked sl0wly to his room, holding his iPad t!ghtly. He didn’t understand what he did wr0ng. He sat on his bed, te@rs gathering in his eyes.

That evening, Ethan returned from work. As he entered the house, Jayden ran to him and hugged him t!ghtly, cry!ng.

“Daddy, I want to go and see Aunt Elina,” he said in a sm@ll, br0ken v0ice.

Ethan bent down and looked into his son’s eyes. “What h@ppened? Why are you cry!ng?”

“Mummy sh0uted at me,” Jayden said. “She told me to go to my room and not come 0ut. I just wanted to watch cartoons.”

Ethan’s h£art s@nk. He lifted Jayden and held him close. “It’s okay now. Daddy is here.”

“Can we visit Aunt Elina?” Jayden asked again. “She’s nice. She gave me food and smiled at me.”

Ethan looked at his son. He could see the love and pe@ce in his eyes whenever Elina’s name came up.

He stood up slowly with Jayden in his arms and looked across the room where Alisa stood, watching them.

Without saying a word, he carried Jayden to his room and gently tuck£d him into b£d.

But that night, Ethan knew one thing for sure—Elina had touched his son’s h£art in a way that no one else c0uld.

And maybe... just maybe... she had also t0uched his.
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21/07/2025

The day had f!nally come.

Elina stood c0nfidently in front of the company’s top leaders, ready to present her latest handbag design collection. Her h£art was full of joy. She had worked so h@rd, stayed up many nights, and poured her h£art into every sketch.

Staff members gathered in the meeting room. Some clapped, while others smiled pr0udly.

But just as she was about to begin, the Vice President of the company stood up.

“Elina,” he said in a seri0us tone, “there’s a big pr0blem.”

Elina paused. “Sir?”

“We received information that the designs you’re about to present… were c0pied from another company.”

G@sps filled the room. Everyone looked at Elina in sh0ck.

“What?” Elina whispered, her voice shak!ng.

“You are accused of stealing designs,” the Vice President continued. “And if this is true, you will be dismissed immediately.”

Elina’s h£art dr0pped. Her hands sho0k. She couldn’t believe what she was hear!ng.

“I didn’t c0py anything,” she said quietly. “These designs are my 0wn. I made them myself.”

But the Vice President didn’t listen. “We have no choice. You must l£ave the office while we invest!gate.”

Some staff members started wh!spering and taking pictures with their phones.

“Hmm, I knew she was too good to be true,” one w0rker said.

“I heard she just came back from abroad. Maybe she c0pied it from there,” another added.

Elina’s eyes filled with t£ars. She looked around the room. The same people who pr@ised her yesterday now looked at her with d0ubt.

Suddenly, the large doors of the meeting room opened.

Ethan walked in, dressed in a black suit. His face was calm but seri0us.

Everyone went s!lent.

Ethan walked straight to the front of the room, holding a tablet in his hand.

“I’ve been quiet long en0ugh,” he said. “But I think it’s time to show the truth.”

He tapped the screen, and a video began to play on the large screen behind him.

It was clear CCTV footage from the design room—Ken, the staff who w9rked under Elina, was seen sne@king in late at night. He inserted a flash drive into Elina’s computer and c0pied her files.

G@sps filled the room again.

Ethan turned to Ken. “Do you have anything to say?”

Ken fr0ze. His face turned pale. He tried to look away, but all eyes were on him.

“Ken,” Ethan said firmly, “you were tr√sted. Why did you do this?”

Ken began to swe@t. Then, finally, he dr0pped to his knees.

“I’m s0rry, sir! I didn’t mean to! I was promised a rew@rd… I didn’t know it would get this f@r…”

“Who asked you to do it?” Ethan asked.

Ken looked up slowly. Everyone waited.

“Elina des£rves to know,” Ethan added.

Ken hesitat£d. Then he said qu!etly, “It was… Alisa. She asked me to send her Elina’s designs.”

The room went s!lent again.

Elina g@sped.

Ethan turned to the Vice President. “This woman—Elina—was wr0ngly accus£d. She is inn0cent. She is the one bringing l!ght to this company.”

He looked at Elina gently. “I’m s0rry you were tre@ted this way.”

Elina nodded, still in sh0ck but thankful.

Ethan turned to the staff. “Let this be a less0n to everyone. L!es can spread f@st, but the truth always comes 0ut.”

He then ordered the security to take Ken away for questi0n!ng.

Elina stood quietly, t£ars falling from her eyes—not because of p@in, but because someone had finally st0od up for her.

And this time, the whole company saw her str£ngth and truth.

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21/07/2025

Back at the office, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about Elina. There was something familiar about her voice, her smile, and even the scent she wore. It reminded him of a moment from his past—one he could never forget.

The day after he found his son with her, he called his personal bodyguard, Jero.

“Have you found anything about that lady?” Ethan asked.

Jero nodded. “Yes, sir. Her name is Elina. She used to live in this country with her mother. Her mother worked as a cleaner at the royal house.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed with interest.

“But after her mother p@ssed, she quietly left the country. No one heard from her again. It was like she disappe@red. Until now,” Jero explained.

Ethan leaned back in his chair. “Hmm... find out more. I want to know everything about her l!fe—where she went, what she studied, and why she came back.”

“Yes, sir,” Jero replied and left the room.

Ethan looked out the window, deep in thought. There was something he needed to understand. Elina’s return didn’t feel like a c0incidence. And Jayden’s str@nge connection to her be ign0red.

Meanwhile, Elina was busy at her desk. Her new collection of handbag designs was almost complete. Everyone in the office admired her work, and her ideas were already being prepared for a big fashion show. She worked day and night, determined to make the company proud.

But not every0ne was h@ppy with her succ£ss.

Alisa had come to the company again to meet Ethan. As she walked through the hallway, she passed by a design room—and that was when she saw Elina through the glass wall.

Elina was sketching on her tablet, focused and smiling. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she showed one of her designs to a colleague.

Alisa fr0ze.

“That girl again?” she said quietly to herself.

She felt something r!se in her ch£st—jeal0usy.

She had worked so hard to keep her place in Ethan’s l!fe. She had done many things to pr0tect her position as the m0ther of his heir. And now, this girl had returned… gl0wing, successful, and close to her s0n?

No. Alisa wasn’t going to let that h@ppen.

Later that day, she secr£tly called one of the office staff, a man named Ken, who always wanted a prom0tion.

“I need your h£lp,” she wh!spered on the phone. “There’s a lady working in the design department. Her name is Elina. I want you to do something for me.”

Ken hesitated. “What is it, madam?”

“I want c0pies of all her designs. Secr£tly. Send them to me. I’ll take care of the r£st.”

“But… that’s against c0mpany rules.”

Alisa’s voice became sh@rper. “Do it, and you’ll get your rew@rd. If you don’t, you’ll regret it.”

Ken looked around nerv9usly. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

As night came, Ken waited for Elina to leave the office. When the room was empty, he entered quickly and c0nnected a fl@sh drive to her computer. One by one, he began to c0py her designs, not knowing that security cameras were watching everything.

At the same time, Elina sat at home, excited about her next presentation. She had no idea someone was trying to ru!n all her hard work.

She looked at her sketchpad, then smiled and wh!spered to herself, “I’ve come so far. I won’t stop now.”

But d@nger was already cl0se.

And soon… the truth would begin to unf0ld.

To be continued...
Written by Estyfolktales
This is a fictional story for entertainment only
Next part l0ading after 50sghàres
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