A CHESTWICK
Melania: As my gaze lands on him, he looks away sharply and gets to his feet. He pulls down the large straw hat in an attempt to hide his face, but it is pointless because I know exactly who he is. Then he walks away, but the damage is done, and to be honest, it would be easier for him to remain still—what is the point of running? With a groan, I take out my phone, pulling up Theo Mark’s number. He is a private investigator who works with my family, and God, I cannot believe how low my father can go to get what he wants. “My father sent you to spy on me, right?” I send the text, watching as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He doesn’t text back, which makes me let out a frustrated growl. “Answer me, Theo. I know you are the one.” He pauses when he reads this, then turns back to fac
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