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Chapter 7 - The Daughter that isn't here
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2025-08-09 09:39:21-Malrik Kaine-
The Montova estate was a joke.
The anger brewed inside me as I stared through the car window. All polished marble and imported chandeliers, like wealth, could wash off blood. The type of wealth that wanted to be worshipped. That screamed respect when it deserved none.
Asher, my assistant, parked the black SUV by the fountain, and I stepped out, ignoring the man who opened the front door before I reached it. The man gave a small bow , trembling fingers and a hesitant smile , but I didn’t break stride.
I stepped into the mansion and the stench was appalling. Expensive perfumes choked my nostrils, giving me the impression that they had all rushed to prepare for my visit. Of course they had. I waited until 4 a.m.
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