Aliya’s POV
I froze, eyes wide, unable to utter another word as I stared at the man I called father—the man who had completely changed, almost as if he died and was reincarnated. And now he stood here, telling me I should release my sister?
“You meant my ex-friend, right?” I asked, trying to convince myself I hadn’t heard him properly.
“No, Aliya. Your sister—my daughter. Camille is a Van Alen. She shouldn’t be in that place for criminals,” he insisted, his face stern like he hadn’t just blurted out a shocking statement.
“Well, then, I guess Beyoncé is my cousin, right?” I laughed, but his expression remained the same.
I shook my head, turning to Nick, who had an unreadable expression. Then I let out a low laugh again. “Hold up. So you’re saying Camille—the woman who backstabbed me an
