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"Father… y-you knew?"
The words tumbled from Fiore’s lips, her voice shaky as she stared at Alexander. Her father, the man who had never been more than a distant figure, someone she could never quite reach. And now, the truth stood between them like an uncrossable chasm.
Alexander didn’t meet her eyes. He looked away, his expression weighed down by guilt. That was confirmation enough.
Her chest tightened. So, her mother was just another woman he’d used, another body, another face. She wasn’t special to him—nothing more than a fleeting moment, disposable. Was that her fate too? To be cast aside, forgotten, left to carry the weight of this truth alone?
Anger surged through her, white-hot and all-consuming. How could she have ever thought he might be her ally? How could sh
