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AUTHOR’S POV
Darlene stumbled inside the grand Santiago mansion, her sobs echoing through the vast hallways as she called out, “Damon! Davian!”
Her voice was broken—shattered.
Damon and Davian, who had been in the lounge discussing business, froze at the raw pain in their sister’s voice. Without a second thought, they rushed toward her.
As soon as Damon saw her, he knew.
His entire body tensed as dread settled deep in his chest.
Darlene had found out.
She had learned the truth.
“Darlene!” Davian called out, alarmed by the way she was shaking, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for air. He reached for her, but she pushed past him, her teary, furious eyes locking onto Damon.
“You knew, didn’t you?” she accused, her voice trembling.
Damon clenched his jaw but didn
