Naomi’s POV
“I want to stay with him.”
Those six words were like 6 different stones being thrown at me, the pain isn't imaginable and words can describe the hurt I'm feeling.
This was not from the Miranda I knew, the little girl whose laugh had filled my kitchen, whose drawings covered my fridge.
But from her identical twin that was created from the same embryo, raised in the shadows, and brainwashed by a man who saw children as experiments.
Victor smiled like he’d already won. “See? Nature bends to nurture.”
“God, how I feel like burning him to ashes right now.”
Raymond took a step forward, jaw clenched. “You manipulated her.”
Victor tilted his head. “I raised her. Gave her truth when Naomi couldn’t even give her answers.”
My Miranda—my daughter—clung to me, trembling, I felt he
