Chapter 14 MUMMY SAM
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SAMANTHA’S POV
“What were you doing there?”
Kate’s whispered
I swallowed.
“I was curious,” I said quietly. “I wanted to know what lies ahead. I wanted to see what was in the pink mansion”
She stared at me, her eyes searching my face urging me to continue
“And what did you find?”
I said nothing.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
“What did you find,” she pressed again, her tone rising now, “risking your life like that? Kane would have killed you. Do you understand that? Let’s pray he doesn’t find out.”
Still, I couldn’t speak.
Her jaw tightened. “You met Sally, didn’t you?”
I finally looked up. “What’s with this Sally that everyone keeps talking about? Why does her name hover around me like a ghost?”
Kate exhaled slowly, then walked to the window, peeking through the curtains as if checking for eavesdroppers.
“Sally is your look alike,” she said. “You saw her pictures all over the pink mansion.”
My heart skipped. “The pictures…”
“She’s Kane’s late wife.”
The room spun.
“What?” The word came out broken, barely audible.
She turned back to face me. “Her name gives Kane instant pain. Trauma. That’s why no one mentions her here. It’s forbidden.”
My chest tightened violently. “What happened to her?”
The moment the question left my lips, I felt it. Like something inside me cracked open. Like grief I didn’t own suddenly found a home in my body.
“She was murdered,” Kate said. “That’s the main reason Kane brought you here.”
My breath hitched.
“You remind him of her,” she continued. “Everything about you. Your face. Your presence. Maybe even the way you exist. That’s why he wants you close. That’s why he draws you in and punishes you for it. You look like the woman he lost.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
Tears burned my eyes as I shook my head slowly. I didn’t know what hurt more. That a woman who looked exactly like me was dead, or that I was being punished for reminding a monster of his loss.
“So all this,” I muttered, my voice trembling, “is grief?”
“No,” Kate said firmly. “It’s obsession.”
I hugged myself tightly, my nails digging into my arms
“But why does she look like me so much? The resemblance is insane. Micky called me mummy. My heart… it felt something when she hugged me. Like I’ve known her forever.”
Kate studied me carefully. “You haven’t. I’ve done all the background checks I can. Dug into every possible root. There’s nothing. You’re not related to her. At all…she only called you mummy, cos you looked like the portraits she grew up to know”
That didn’t comfort me
.
“If I’m not related, then why do I feel tied to this place?” I whispered. “Why does the thought of leaving make my chest hurt? I don’t want to go. I feel like I should stay. Like I should be a mother to that poor girl.”
Kate scoffed. “Poor? That girl is a menace. She’s rude, sassy, and manipulative. Don’t let the innocent face fool you.”
“She’s a child,” I snapped, surprising even myself. “She needs a mother’s love.
Something Kane can never give her.”
Her expression softened briefly, then hardened again.
“You have your own life to worry about, Samantha. Not Micky’s. I’m trying to get you out of here.”
I laughed bitterly. “Why?”
She paused.
“Why are you helping me?” I demanded.
“No one does anything without wanting something in return.”
She smiled thinly. “You’re not wrong.”
“So what do you want?” I asked. “Say it.”
She hesitated, then spoke. “I want my brother off my neck. I hate the constant emails. The pressure. The obsession….he's losing focus..all because of you
My brows furrowed. “Your brother?”
“Yes. And lucky for you, men seem to get obsessed with you easily.”
My heart sank sadly
“What does your brother want with me? I’m sorry, but I don’t need another master. Kane is already enough. I don’t want to be passed around like some bargaining chip.”
“That’s not what this is,” she snapped.
“Isn’t it?” I shot back. “Let me guess. Another revenge plan. Another powerful man using my body as a chess piece.”
“You’re overthinking,” she said sharply. “Being with Savy is a million times better than being with Kane. He doesn’t kill. He’s not ruthless.”
I laughed, hollow and tired. “I’d rather stick to one man ruining my life than get involved in something that’ll end it faster.”
She stared at me for a long moment.
“Fine,” she said eventually, standing up. “The offer stands till Kane returns. That’s the day after tomorrow.”
She walked to the door, then paused. “Think about it.”
The door closed softly behind her.
I sank onto the bed, my body trembling.
Sally.
A woman who looked like me. A dead wife. A murdered mother and me.
A replacement. A reminder. A punishment.
Micky’s small arms wrapped around me replayed in my mind, over and over again. Her voice calling me mummy. The warmth. The trust.
I pressed my palm to my chest, feeling my heart beat erratically.
This house wasn’t just holding me captive.
It was pulling me in.
And the scariest part was that a part of me didn’t want to escape.
Few chapters from now we'll be having a Kane's pov, I'm sure y'all are curious about what's going on in his mind 😫😫