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Chapter 29

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-12 17:15:39

ELISHA’S POV

“And what, Natalie has done nothing?” I said, standing as straight as I could, though my knees were trembling. “It takes two to make a scene, you know.”

The words felt foreign in my mouth—sharp, defiant, unfamiliar. I had never spoken to my father this way before. Hell, I had never spoken to anyone this way. Not teachers. Not Anthony.

Only in the privacy of my own mind.

My father’s eyes narrowed. His jaw set.

“Elisha,” he said slowly, his voice low and controlled, “you will lower your tone.”

But Dominic, always the peacekeeper—or the enforcer, depending on the day—stepped in, phone already unlocked.

“I think we should all watch this first,” he said.

He tapped the screen.

The video played.

There I was, frozen in a still frame mid-motion, hand raised. Natalie’s face contorted in mock fear.

He hit play.

The footage wasn’t long. Maybe twenty seconds. But it was clear enough: I was shouting. Natalie was cowering. My hand slapped across her face.

There was no context.

No lead-
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