Chapter 8
Chapter 8:
He paused, his tone softening as he continued. “Mr. Harris’ roots are in Phurg. Decades ago, he and Mrs. Harris returned there to pay respects to their ancestors. It was during that trip that you were born in a local hospital. But tragedy struck—circumstances beyond their control led to your disappearance shortly after birth. Mr. Harris searched tirelessly, but when the trail ran cold, they were forced to return to Eighfast. Though their hearts were broken, they buried their grief and channeled their energy into building their legacy.” A flicker of pride entered his voice. “And what a legacy it is! Over the years, the Harris family has created an empire, becoming the wealthiest family in Eighfast. Their achievements are remarkable, but they never stopped hoping to bring you home p>
Yelena remained silent, her mind swirling as Sebastian’s words unearthed pieces of a past she had never known.
Soon, the car slowed, pulling up to a sprawling villa that seemed to rise out of the landscape like a vision.
As the door opened, Yelena stepped out, her gaze sweeping over the scene. Two figures emerged from the grand entrance, their faces illuminated by emotions too profound to be hidden.
The man carried himself with a refined air, his sharp features softened by an understated grace. Beside him, the woman exuded elegance, her every movement deliberate, her poise unmistakable.
The moment Donna Harris laid eyes on Yelena, her composure dissolved. Tears welled up as she rushed forward, enveloping Yelena in a fierce, heartfelt embrace. “Yelena, my dearest daughter,” Donna whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “We’ve found you at last. All these years… the pain you must have endured. It’s our fault. We failed to protect you p>
As she held Yelena close, Donna’s gaze swept over her face, struck by the undeniable resemblance. In that instant, Donna silently vowed that her daughter would never again suffer the hardships she had faced.
𝖀𝗽𝗅𝗈𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝗋𝗮𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝗈 𝗀ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧉𝖼𝗈𝗆
Yelena stiffened, unaccustomed to such an outpouring of affection. The weight of Donna’s embrace felt foreign, almost overwhelming. But there was something in the raw, unfiltered warmth that slowly began to chip away at her defenses, leaving her still but no longer tense.
“I’m fine, really,” Yelena murmured, the words more of a balm for Donna’s emotions than a reflection of her own.
Donna reluctantly pulled away, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Yelena, I promise you this: from now on, nothing and no one will ever hurt you again p>
Callum Harris stood nearby, his usual composed demeanor betrayed by the glisten of unshed tears in his eyes. He cleared his throat, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “You’re home now, Yelena. That’s all that matters. Come—let’s go inside p>
The three of them stepped into the villa.
Standing just inside the doorway, Bella watched the reunion unfold, her gaze lowered as a flicker of coldness flashed briefly in her eyes before she masked it.
Composing herself quickly, Bella plastered on a polite smile, though a slight tremor betrayed her effort. “Yelena, welcome home,” she said, her voice carefully measured. “I’m Bella p>
The moment Bella saw Yelena, the uncanny resemblance between her and Donna told Bella everything she needed to know—Yelena was definitely a Harris.
As Bella’s eyes briefly flicked to Yelena’s face, there was something there—a flicker of resentment.