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Even now, they couldn't comprehend the depth of their betrayal.
“Caspian,” | said quietly, “Mom was literally driven to her death by Camilla Winters. And you chose Victoria over
your own sister. Does it ever cross your mind that Mom might be watching all this
from wherever she is?”
Caspian'’s face crumpled like wet paper. He stumbled backward as if physically struck.
“Jesus Christ,” he choked out, clawing at his hair. “What have | become? Who the fuck am |
anymore?”
Dad remained desperate, oblivious to his son’s breakdown.
He grabbed my hand with trembling fingers, his designer stubble now patchy and unkempt.
“Sweetheart, con. This is just-this is just a rough patch. Every family has them.”
“You're barely nineteen. How are you going to survive out there alone? You need us, Val. You need
me.”
The mighty Maxwell Dagonet-who once made Fortune 500 CEOs quiver-now practically on his
knees.
“Please, baby girl. One more chance. I'll sell the Hamptons house. I'll give to whatever charity you want. Just tell
| observed his performance with clinical detachment, like watching a mediocre play from the back
row.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGrand-peére had endured enough. He stepped between us, his Loro Piana cashmere coat hanging perfectly
despite his cane.
“I believe we're finished here,” he said, his accent more pronounced when irritated. “My granddaughter has
made her wishes clear. The conversation is over.”
Dad and Caspian froze like they'd been tasered.
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“Grandfather? What the actual fuck?”
Caspian’s voice cracked hysterically. “Mom was an orphan from Ukraine! We don’t have a grandfather! Val, this
guy is scamming you!”
| barely glanced up from checking my manicure. “He is, in fact, our grandfather.”
“More specifically, he’s our mother’s biological father-and, incidentally, the controlling shareholder in what's left
of DagIndustries.”
Dad's face went through a fascinating series of expressions, settling finally on absolute horror.
“That's not... you can't be...”
Before Grand-pére could signal security, the clinic doors burst open.
“Daddy! They kickedout of Juilliard! Everyone’s against me! You have to do something!” Victoria stumbled
in, looking like she’d been living in her car. Her Lululemon leggings were stained, her hair limp and greasy.
Dad barely looked at her before his expression transformed into pure disgust.
“Get your pathetic ass away from me! Didn't | make it crystal clear you're dead to me?”
Victoria blinked rapidly, mascara smudging further. “Daddy... you always said | was your special Victoria blinked
rapidly, mascara smudging girl. Your real daughter. How can you-"
“Caspian, please-" she reached toward him desperately.
Caspian slapped her hand away like it was contaminated.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut! Your whore mother destroyed mine, and you tried to cripple my sister. You think |
give a shit about you anymore?”
Without warning, Caspian backhanded her across the face-twice-the sound echoing through the lobby.
Then he shoved her to her knees in front of me.
“APOLOGIZE TO HER! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
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Victoria's face reddened from the blows, her cashmere sweater torn at the shoulder, the ultimate
trust fund disaster.
Yet somehow, her chin still tilted up defiantly,
Dad delivered a swift kick to her hip. “YOU HEARD HIM! Apologize, you ungrateful little bitch! If you don’t, | swear
to God I'll make sure you end up homeless. You'll be giving hand jobs behind Walmart to pay for dinner.”
Terror finally fractured Victoria's facade.
She collapsed completely, forehead pressed to the polished marble.
“Valentina, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything I did!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Please forgive me! | was wrong! | was jealous and stupid! Please have mercy!”
Dad turned towith desperate eagerness, like a dog seeking approval. “Is this enough, Val? Does this make it
better?”
| checked my watch-a Patek Philippe that Grand-pére had giventhat morning.
“How theatrical,” | murmured, stepping around them toward the exit. “Best of luck with your little
.”
As our Bentley pulled away, Dad and Caspian tried to follow, only to be blocked by Grand-pére’s security team.
The last image | had of my former family: three broken people screaming at each other in a parking lot,
becoming smaller and smaller in the rear window until they disappeared completely.
Within 48 hours, | had relocated permanently to Grand-pére’s estate overlooking Monaco’s harbor.
| thought I'd finally closed the chapter on my previous life.
Then, three days later, Victoria’s nappeared in my notifications one final time.
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