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Prologue

Dan's POV

My life thirteen years ago: My sister Amy was a responsible, quiet, shy girl, and we didn't trust anyone. Our life was at risk at all moments and we'd looked death in the too many times, escaping with only scars, bruises and terrifying memories. Those memories I never forgot, but I only learned from them.

Now Days: My sister Amy, twenty-seven, is still quiet, but isn't as shy or responsible. My memories aren't full of pain and hatred. They are full of laughter and smiles. That was my job now days, making people smile and laugh as a comedian. Amy never seemed to do either.

Four months ago Amy and her husband Adam Rosh got a divorce. That explained her sadness and depression. They had been married for seven years, and they had four children together, four girls, Heather, a twelve year old, twins, Hallie and Hollie, two eleven year olds year olds, and Hayley a ten year old.

Two months ago, Amy decided that she needed a break from everything; she wanted to leave for a long time and forget most of her past. So she left to travel the world, the safe way. She also decided to leave all four of her daughters with me, for six months.

I don't even know why I let her talk me into watching them, but I can assure you, I wasn't in my right mind. Amy most likely wasn't either, she would have known better than to leave them with me.

I knew that when she left them with me two months ago, I would become more attached to them, and once they would leave me, I wouldn't be able to let go, especially when they are family.

Natalie's POV

My life wasn't a complete disaster so far. First the clue hunt, I proved to everyone I could be mother, but then I proved I wasn't her. Every day I tried to forget the moments of my life when I was being captured, tortured and any moment with my mother. But every morning I would wake up from the same dream, the day I was shot in the foot and the days I followed mother, and the Hostage moments. All I was known for now was Isabel Kabra's daughter, and the woman with the largest fashion empire, and the perfect Model.

I had tried to keep myself out of the spotlight, but wherever I went all attention was drawn to me. Just for being Isabel's daughter.

It was the same for poor Ian too. He and I didn't usually see each other in person, he had been around the world, he was as rich as ever, he was a competitive polo player and made more money than he deserved off it, he did retire after playing it for five years, and I was off somewhere else in the United States. The place wasn't as bad, as I remember thinking about it as a child.

I remember how mean I had been to everyone. Sophie Watson had been my true only friend, and she was my manager, and I wouldn't want to change that. Even if she still is a Janus.

I had changed, I wasn't as arrogant as I was when I was a pre-teen and I realized that, even being the richest person in the world, you couldn't buy friends, or happiness. I tried arguing with myself over those points but, eventually the better side won.

It seemed everyone else I'd known as a pre-teen had noticed too. They still sent me notes on how much they despised me when we were younger and just now wanting to become friends, just as I had become more famous. I knew that I hadn't changed that much.

With only one real friend, I was so lonely. Sophie was off to London for a very long trip to visit everything and everyone there and of course, relax.

Then, ever since my relationship with an American football player, Mason Jenson, ended in worst way possible I had been lonely. I had longed even more than I had before to be a mother, to be a wife, but most of all I longed to be loved.

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Also I would appreciate it if you'd tell me whether you wanted Amian in this, because it will obviously be Natan, but if you'd like or not please tell me!

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