Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175: old Bully

Hailee’s POV

We were led into one of the guest rooms. I muttered a weak thank you to the maid and closed the door before turning to my sons, all three of them raising their brows at me.

"A domestic maid?" Ozzy asked, a deep frown etched on his face.

"Is this payback for buying you?" Oscar followed quickly.

"How long will you be working here?" Oliver added, his tone sharp.

I stared at my sons and didn’t know what to say or where to begin, so instead, I guided them toward the bed, made them sit close together, and squatted down in front of them.

"Listen, my sons... you have to trust me on this, alright?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Everything will be fine. Soon, we’ll leave this place. But you need to give me a little time." I searched their faces desperately. The way they looked back at me told me they hated what was happening, but I forced myself to go on. "In here, you trust only me. No one else, do you understand? I mean no one. If anyone asks you questions, you don’t answer them."

Oscar’s brow furrowed. "And can you tell us why?"

I sucked in a deep breath and fabricated another lie. "Listen, I lived here once, and I had a lot of enemies... and they might come for you. That’s why you have to be careful. Don’t answer any questions thrown at you, and you need to be vigilant."

God—once again I was lying. When will this end? Lies upon lies. I was starting to hate myself... not starting — I actually hate myself now.

My boys exchanged worried glances, then finally nodded in unison.

"Alright, Mom... we’ll help you however we can."

I smiled bitterly, despising myself for the kind of mother I’d become.

The door suddenly opened, and I froze. I thought it might be a maid. Or maybe Nathan. But no — nothing could have prepared me for who walked in.

Clara.

She walked in like she owned the place, her perfume sharp in the air. Her eyes landed on me, then on my boys, and a cold smile spread across her face.

"Well, well," she said. "Look who’s back. The whore herself."

My chest tightened. The boys stiffened around me.

"Don’t!" Oscar shouted, jumping to his feet. His green eyes burned like fire. "Don’t call my mama that!"

Clara’s smile grew sharper. "Oh, so brave," she mocked. "And you even brought your bastards with you. What a family."

Her words angered me, but I controlled myself, staring at her, my hands curling into fists. "It’s been ten years, Clara," I said, my voice low. "And you’re still the same pathetic bully you’ve always been."

Her face twisted. She raised her hand, ready to slap me. But I caught her wrist in midair, holding it tight.

"Not this time," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "The Hailee you could humiliate is dead. This Hailee is a mother."

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