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Chapter 93

Author: Christie Bassey
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-29 14:05:53

ALINA

“Mother, we'd all be dead if not for Luca. How can you ask Alina to divorce him?” Valentina asked the very question on my mind before I could.

Mother sat forward, staring at both of us, earnestly. “We didn't have this much fighting. Alina, I know about the bomb that was dropped at your office. You're not safe. I am afraid to lose my children because of Luca!” She hissed angrily.

I never told her about the bomb. My eyes narrowed. “How do you know about the bomb?”

“I might look like a pretty face in silks and make up, but I think you forget that I was married to your father for almost thirty years. I have my ways.” She said.

“Then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you call me?” I asked.

I didn’t want to say it, but I was furious. My mother, always so concerned about keeping up a facade of perfection, had known about the bomb.

Known, and said nothing. She hadn't even called to check if I was safe!

“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked again, my voice tight, biting the words off.

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