THEY NEVER WANTED HER - NOW SHE'S UNAVOIDABLE

THEY NEVER WANTED HER - NOW SHE'S UNAVOIDABLE

KATIE BEL

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Anna wasn't supposed to exist. Abandoned, unprotected, and surrounded by secrets, she quickly learns the rules of staying unseen. But danger has a way of finding those who hide. Left in the care of Paul, a man who observes everything and trusts no one, Anna discovers that survival isn't just about hiding-it's about understanding what others refuse to see. In a city where silence protects the guilty and truth is dangerous, Anna must decide: stay invisible... or fight to be seen. A tense, gripping tale of courage, deception, and the will to survive when the world seems determined to erase you.

Chapter 1 The One No One Was Waiting For

Anna has no memory of her birth.

But she has always known that she arrived where she was not expected.

She didn't understand it right away. Not with words. Rather through what was missing. The silences that fall over a room for no visible reason. The sentences that stop just short of what matters. The glances that drift away when a name is about to surface.

Very early on, something taught her that it was better not to ask questions.

She was born from an accident. That is how things were arranged, even without ever being said.

Her mother, Claire, belonged to a world governed by appearances. Clothes were chosen for what they said about you before you ever spoke. Smiles had a precise duration-neither too short nor too long. Meals were carefully staged performances in which everyone knew their role.

Feelings were rarely discussed. Reputation, constantly.

The night before her birth was never told. Not then. Not later. And it likely never would be.

When Claire realized she was pregnant, time didn't spiral out of control. It froze. There were no tears. No screams either. Just a clear, immediate thought-almost administrative in its precision: this child must not exist.

Anna would grow up without ever knowing that thought, but she would carry its imprint. She would feel it in restrained gestures. In arms that held her without ever closing around her. In a distance that never shrank, even when they shared the same room.

Claire does not collapse. She continues.

She goes out. She hosts. She smiles. Her belly rounds beneath fabrics chosen to conceal, never to celebrate. The cuts are impeccable. The colors subdued. No one asks questions. In that world, you don't ask. You understand-or you look away.

Anna is born in a room that is too white.

The walls are bare. The bed immaculate. The silence so dense it seems to absorb sound before it can take shape. There are no flowers. No visitors. No awkward joy.

Claire looks at the child without touching her at first.

Her gaze is neither harsh nor cruel. It is distant. As if she were observing a consequence rather than a human being. A period placed too early at the end of a sentence she had hoped to finish differently.

No name is whispered in her ear. No trembling hand. No photograph.

And yet Anna perceives something. Not a thought, not a conscious fear. More a diffuse, animal sensation. A lack of welcome. As if the air itself hesitated to keep her.

She is not shown. Not presented. She remains on the margins.

The voices around her are low. Sometimes sharp. She doesn't understand the words, but she grasps their intention. Decisions made elsewhere. Urgency held tightly in check. Silences heavy with consequence.

A man appears. Later. Her father-biologically, at least.

He doesn't take her in his arms. He barely looks at her.

But his presence alone changes the air in the room. Claire straightens. Her movements become sharper. Words grow even rarer.

Anna doesn't need to understand what is unfolding. Her body already knows.

That day, Claire understands there will be no turning back. That she will have to choose between what she has always been and what she has brought into the world. She says nothing. Promises nothing. She simply keeps moving forward.

And that choice, Anna will carry it for a long time without ever knowing its exact shape.

Days pass. Then weeks. Then months.

Anna learns without being taught. She learns not to cry too loudly. To calm herself. To wait without waiting. When she cries, Claire stiffens. When she falls silent, the room seems to breathe again.

So Anna is silent.

She understands very early one simple rule: silence soothes.

Claire's gestures are precise. Efficient. Food is given on time. Baths are regulated. Sleep is monitored. Nothing is neglected. Nothing is given in excess either.

There is no singing. No unnecessary words. None of those phrases spoken simply to be heard.

The apartment is elegant. Everything is in its place. Clean lines. Immaculate surfaces. But nothing lingers. No trace is ever left behind.

Anna grows up in this flawless space, surrounded by beautiful objects and a constant emptiness.

When Claire takes her in her arms, it is to check. Not to comfort. The movements are sure, never clumsy. She makes sure everything is fine, then sets the child down again. Like closing a file.

The rare outside glances that fall on Anna are brief. Curious, sometimes. But never insistent. Claire leaves no opening. This child does not truly exist. She is there, without being shown.

And Anna, without yet knowing it, is already beginning to erase herself.

There is no visible violence. No shouting. No blows.

Only a continuous absence. A gentle negation, almost polite.

Anna learns to sleep without being rocked. To play alone. To study the cracks in the ceiling for long stretches of time. She traces invisible lines with her eyes. She listens to distant sounds. She memorizes.

She is not aware of being rejected. But she feels that she is an intrusion.

Something, in this place, never wanted her.

And even though she doesn't yet know why, a certainty settles in-slow and deep, like a truth that doesn't need words:

She will have to survive without asking.

Because here, no one will come looking for her.

No one will come to save her.

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THEY NEVER WANTED HER - NOW SHE'S UNAVOIDABLE
1

Chapter 1 The One No One Was Waiting For

02/01/2026

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Chapter 2 The Night That Changed Everything

02/01/2026

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Chapter 3 The Choice

02/01/2026

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Chapter 4 The Flight

02/01/2026

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Chapter 5 Learning to Hold On

02/01/2026

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Chapter 6 The Man Who Watches

02/01/2026

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Chapter 7 Holding One's Place

09/01/2026

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Chapter 8 The Rules That Are Never Spoken

09/01/2026

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Chapter 9 What Remains When Someone Doesn't Come Back

09/01/2026

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Chapter 10 A Place That Hadn't Been Planned

09/01/2026

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Chapter 11 School as Territory

09/01/2026

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Chapter 12 Those Who Talk Too Much

15/01/2026

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Chapter 13 The Price of Being Invisible

15/01/2026

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Chapter 14 One Detail Too Many

16/01/2026

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Chapter 15 The First Mistake

16/01/2026

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Chapter 16 What You Notice When You Stay Silent

16/01/2026

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Chapter 17 The Insistent Gaze

16/01/2026

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Chapter 18 The Gentle Rumor

17/01/2026

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Chapter 19 Being Useful

17/01/2026

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Chapter 20 What Paul Doesn't Say

17/01/2026

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Chapter 21 Questions That Don't Look Dangerous

17/01/2026

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Chapter 22 What Circulates Without a Sound

18/01/2026

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Chapter 23 The Man Across the Street

18/01/2026

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Chapter 24 Ordinary Danger

19/01/2026

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Chapter 25 What Is Being Dug Through

19/01/2026

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Chapter 26 Being Summoned

19/01/2026

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Chapter 27 What Is Written About You

19/01/2026

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Chapter 28 The Weight of Files

19/01/2026

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Chapter 29 Not Defending Oneself

19/01/2026

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Chapter 30 The First Real Threat

20/01/2026

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Chapter 31 What Is Expected of a Normal Child

20/01/2026