Chapter 132: I wasn’t the true heir.

Aurora 

Eleanora visibly froze. My own breath hitched. And my father—he paled. Not by much. But enough.

“I was nineteen,” Dea spat. “Scared. Alone. And when I told you I was pregnant, you didn’t even hesitate. You handed me money and some damn pills, and then you told me to ’take care of it quietl...

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