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Chapter Forty Three

Author: Staecy
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 13:56:28

Amelia’s POV

I stared at my father across the desk, the weight of his words hanging in the air like smoke after a fire. The office felt smaller suddenly, the afternoon light from the windows doing little to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. Graham Brooks sat there in his perfectly pressed suit, posture rigid as always, as if he still believed he could command the room — and my life — with a few carefully chosen sentences.

“No,” I said finally, my voice calm but edged with steel. I
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