Chapter 62

Sam rolled her eyes.

"Don't tell me you're still hating on Elodre, Sam," Weston said.

No way!! No fuckin way!! She thought. Elodre is responsible for Cayden's cold behavior toward them. She's turned her brother against her to the point Cayden never wants his family to visit him anymore. How can she like Elodre?! "I don't like her, Weston. I can't like her. I can't even recognize Cayden anymore since she came into his life."

Weston was gazing down at her.

"I'm being honest with you, bro," She was gazing up at him.

And he could see how her ice-blue eyes were sparkling with disdain.

"Did you know that Cayden refused to let me visit him? He said he'd told Mom never to visit him after that incident."

Looking away, Weston blew out.

"And his words were like spears in my chest," She said. "But, I can't blame him. It's Elodre's fault!"

Chuckling softly, he said, "How? Sam, how's it her fault? Cayden chose to marry her and that ain't a fickin problem."

"It is bro," She cut in.

"You shut the fuck up when I'm talking, Sam." He said. "The last time I checked, Elodre is a virtuous lady. She's so pure…and she never offended y'all. Why then are y'all bittered? Especially you." His gaze was intense. "What do you fuckin know about marriage or choice, huh?"

Tears welled up in her eyes and she lowered her gaze. Damn!! "B…but I'm an adult."

"Yet you don't act like one." Weston's eyes were fierce. "Cayden has made his choice and y'all should honor it."

"What about Heather?" Samantha said. "Elodre stole Heather's place."

"We all know Cayden would've tied the knot with Heather if he wanted to, Sam." He sighed. "I can understand what you mean, my love, but you gotta let it slide." He shrugged. "That's Heather's fate. If Elodre turns out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing he could change his mind about her."

Exactly!! Samantha thought. Exactly what would happen! It must happen that way! "I…hope he changes his mind."

"Damn," Weston laughed. "You're so silly, Sam."

"That ain't funny, bro." She folded her arms.

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The fact that Cayden and Weston are on the same lane is gonna kill her for real. Samantha thought in her car. She was just so choked by the whole thing! Why does it seem like rocket science?! She gritted her teeth. After All, Elorde is a cheat. She has a shred of evidence! A fuckin evidence to show!

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IN THE EVENING

With a lit cigarette in her mouth, Samantha's car was parked under the shade of one of the towering trees in a quiet illuminated neighborhood. She kept glancing at her wristwatch and the windshield. Oh damn, Mom, please!!! She thought.

In a couple of minutes, she noticed two black jeeps driving into the neighborhood and parking just in front of hers. A guard in a black suit and black spec got out of the front door and opened the back door. Bianca got out in her expensive elegant glittery black gown, high heels, a shiny spec, and a designer bag. The guard bowed.

Once she got into Samantha's jeep, her cologne wafted into Samantha's nose. "Mom."

"Sam," Bianca said.

"I've been waiting here for ages now," Samantha said.

"Gimme that," She took the cigarette from Samantha and dragged it. Puffing the smoke from her mouth, she gave it back to Sam. "I thought we were gonna sit out in a bar or something."

"I don't wanna," Samantha puffed out smoke from her mouth. Sliding down the tinted glass, she threw the remnant of the cigarette and slid the glass up again. With her hands on the steering, she sighed and gazed at Bianca. "Mom, what the hell did you do?"

Raising a brow, Bianca said, "What do you mean, Sam?"

"I learned you stabbed Jasmine in her arm," Samantha said. "Now you've ruined my plan! Why did you do that, Mom? That was way too much. We both know Jasmine is a good lady."

A crooked smile pulled Bianca's lips. "Are you gonna say that for real when you know how much she supports her damned mistress?! The so-called Elodre."

Samantha sighed.

"I should have done worse than that, Sam," Bianca said and smirked. "You have no idea what Jasmine cost me, Sam. You dunno half of it."

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Not like I care about some Jasmine plus the stabbing thing. I don't give a fuck about that. I…I…just wanna…" She gritted her teeth, groaning. Damn! The whole thing is just driving her nuts.

"Chill out, Sam," Bianca touched her shoulder. "I know." She combed Samantha's red hair with her fingers. "And I'm here for you. Trust me."

Samantha blew out and spoke softly. "I…I went to Cayden's office today, and then Weston."

Bianca's eyes widened. "Did you show them the photo?!"

"No!" Samantha said. Oh damn! "It isn't that easy, mom."

Bianca heaved a sigh of relief. "I know. It would have been disastrous to show that photo to Cayden. He could've killed you."

"I know, mom," Samantha said. "He'd feel I go about spying on Elodre.".

" Exactly!" Bianca agreed.

"The most annoying part is that I caught her red-handed hanging out with another guy! Damn, Mom! And I…I just couldn't live with my fuckin self. I was with Jigyasa that day at the coffee shop."

Gazing at the car window, Bianca blew out heavily and gnashed her teeth. The fact that she's now like a weakling hurts so badly. What can she do about this when she can't access her son anymore? Fuck! Her hands clenched in a fist.

"Mom, I can't believe Cayden can be so cold toward me," Samantha said. "I…I told him I wanted to go see Jasmine to know how she's faring but he strongly disagreed even to my face. He kept fussing about how I backed you up in mistreating Elodre. And that hurts my feelings real bad, Mom."

For some reason, Bianca smiled. She knows Sam better than that. She knows Sam is her replica and has some other plan. "But, Sam, did you want to see Jasmine? Cause I know better."

"Fuck Jasmine!" Samantha said. "I have a way of letting Cayden know about that photo."