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Blood doesn't mean mercy

Author: Veetoria
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-29 23:59:00
ZOELLA’S POV

Liam had been hovering around me all day like a bee chasing honey. It had taken all of my willpower to pretend that his presence didn't nauseate me.

My father had texted me hours ago, summoning me to the family house. So here I was, standing in front of the home I hadn’t lived in for years.

It was still the same red tiled roof lined with the same sharp-edged roses sprinkled along the walkway. But somehow, the dread in my chest felt just as fresh as it did back then.

I hadn’t even made it past the foyer when I heard my name.

“Zoella!”

The deep baritone of my father’s voice reverberated through the air like a whip. I barely had time to square my shoulders before his figure emerged from the living room, eyes already ablaze with fury.

“What the hell are you thinking?” His voice boomed. “Do you want to burn everything we’ve built to the ground?”

Before I could ask what everything was supposed to be, his palm met my cheek with a sharp, humiliating sting
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