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Chapter Twenty-One: Bloodlines and Bullshit.

Penulis: Nixanthy
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-07-15 15:48:39

Family.

Such a lovely word. Rolls off the tongue like sugar. Looks good on Christmas cards. Sounds pretty in therapy.

But here is the thing, there are families built on love. And then there are families held together by status, secrets, and whatever makes a good headline

Take a good guess which one mine is.

My father, Rowan Chamberlain, is a respected judge with more power than parenting skills. He splits his time between four cities. Washington D.C., Virginia, Florida, and New York, delivering
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