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8. Who did it…

Author: K. K. Winter
last update publish date: 2026-07-27 22:29:27

Ophelia pov

I stumble into the living room with my hand still pressed to the back of my neck. The area where Alister grabbed me stings badly and his fingers left clear red marks that are already showing.

Mom is the first one to see me. The moment her eyes land on me, they widen and her entire body goes deathly stiff. “Ophelia… what happened to your neck?”

She’s pale, her lips parted in horror, but for some reason, I can’t betray that asshole Alister, so instead, I drop my hand from my neck and
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My initial question is who are the Graves I mean who were their parents for them to not like the Vincent family?
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