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Her touch. Her scent. Her laugh. Her eyes. Her fucking smile.

It’s all so fresh, so vivid in my memory, and it’s driving me to the edge of my sanity.

Her absence is going to either heal me or completely fucking destroy me.

CHAPTER41

ALLYN

It’s ironic how life finds new ways to shove you to the ground— just to see if you can take it and still find the strength to get back up.

Everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you were— well, surprise, bitch!

Turns out it was all one big, fat lie.

When I was confronted with the truth, I denied it.

Like any normal person would in my messed up situation, I didn’t want to believe it. I refused to. Even when the evidence in that folder was impossible to ignore, too heavy to swallow.

It’s been two weeks since my conversation with Mikael.

Two weeks since my life turned upside down.

When Mikael showed me the documents and pictures, he even had the audacity to throw in a whole damn DNA paternity test to back up his point.

For days, I locked myself in the room, refusing to let anyone in.

I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t.

The more I thought about it, the more insane it felt.

My mind mocked his ridiculous claims, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

But the truth doesn’t care about how you feel. It hits you like a freight train, with no brakes, no mercy.The people I thought were my parents my entire existence weren’t my parents.

And the worst part? They knew.

They knew the whole time and decided I didn’t deserve to know.

Even after “my father” died, no one thought I had the right to the truth.

And yet, as much anger I feel towards the people who raised me, the anger I feel towards The King family is bigger.The aggression and thirst for revenge I felt toward this family grew stronger with every passing day.

Martin King.The mastermind behind it all.

The man who stole my whole life, the reason I lived in a lie for many years. The reason I suffered. It’s all his fault.

When Mikael told me the Kings were behind this, I cried harder than I ever thought possible—just like the day I lost my so-called “father.”

I smashed glass after glass against the wall, watching them shatter into pieces, just like my life. But even that couldn’t compare to the pain in my chest when I realized it wasn’t just Martin, Angelo, or Lydia who had betrayed me.

It was Maddox too.

I didn’t want to believe it.

It was the final knife stabbing me in the heart.

Maddox King once again proved who he really was.

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