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... e would have, himself.
The walls of my father’s villa were too quiet, too clean and too still.
Once, I had been the storm in these halls—the golden girl with sharp heels and a sharper tongue.
I used to come home late from Council meetings, toss my bag on the stairs, and smirk at the maids like I owned the ground they walked on.
Now?
Now they barely looked me in the eye, not after the revelation of who I truly was came to light.
And now, I was a fal ...
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