Day Eighty-Eight...
"Ethan is your biological son."
Jane froze upon hearing Monica say those words. Was she telling the truth? Or was this kind of another mind game?
It took her a few moments before Monica's words sunk in. "What the hell are you talking about?" Jane asked her in disbelief.
Monica burst out laughing when she noticed that Jane's strong facade crumbled right in front of her. She knew it. Jane would show her weakness when it came to people she loved. Jane's puzzlement was evident on her face.
"Stop messing with me, Monica!" Jane's voice trembled with a mix of anger and confusion.
"Why are you saying that Ethan is my son?" she tugged at the handcuffs that restrained her wrists, her heart beating rapidly at the mere thought of Ethan being her biological son.
Her fingers strained against the cold metal of the handcuffs, her wrists aching as she struggled. If only she could break free, she'd have Monica pinned down in seconds just to get a proper explanation from her.
Monica stepped back casually, keeping her distance from Jane. She could see desperation and burning rage in Jane's eyes.
"Do you think I will make up a story? I'm telling you the truth. Why do you think I deliberately targeted him? It's simply because of YOU! Your blood is running in his veins. He is your child, not Mia!" Monica smiled coldly, taunting her further.
"How could that be possible? My son died? And Ethan is Nathan's son. Tell me!" Jane probed, demanding the truth. She didn't care if she had to hear the truth from her mortal nemesis.
Monica smirked slyly at her, satisfied with Jane's desperation. She wanted to break her spirit!
The wide grin on Monica's face had vanished. Her expression grew darker, realizing that her elaborate plan had failed miserably. To release her frustration, Monica raised her hand, landing on Jane's cheek.
The sound of impact echoed in the room. The force was so hard that made Jane's head snap to the side, her cheek stinging with a sharp imprint of Monica's palm. A red mark began to bloom across her skin, but Jane's mind swirled with so much information that she paid no attention to the pain on her cheek.
Jane's heart tightened when she began to connect the dots in the past. The physical pain was nothing compared to the boiling fury rising within her. Everything made sense now. But aside from anger, part of her was feeling grateful.
'Ethan is my son... and the father is Nathan...' For the first time in her life, she felt grateful to her enemy. Despite her tragic past, there were still good things that happened. She had Ethan as her biological son.
"You...," Jane finally uttered a word. She glanced at Monica with complicated emotions. "You can have Vincent. I'm not going to marry him. Just release Ethan now. I'll do what you want." Jane started to bargain.
She had more reasons now to save Ethan.
Monica smiled sinisterly. "Oh, Phantomflake. This is just the beginning. You have no idea how deep this goes. I am not yet done with you. Do you think I will just release the kid just because you beg me?
No!"
"Brace yourself. I still have a lot of big surprises for you." Monica grabbed her jaw once again.
Monica signaled for her men to turn on the second TV screen. A few seconds later, Jane's eyes widened when she saw Nathan on the screen. He was also being held captive by Monica's men in another room.
'Nate?! Why are you here?' Jane's hands clenched at her sides, anxiety building up inside her heart. First, it was Ethan. Now, Nathan was also there as Monica's second hostage. How did it happen?
"See. I told you. I'm generous enough to prepare this family reunion for the three of you! Hahaha!"