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CHAPTER 87: GRACE'S FIRST SENTENCE
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2026-08-14 17:21:34
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POV: Roman Ashford "Read it aloud," Vivienne said. "I can't do it myself." They sat in the parked car with the heater ticking and the windows fogging at the edges. Roman held the sheet of cream paper at arm's length, the way he always did when he was afraid of what it said. His reading glasses lay forgotten on the dashboard. Katya had gone home in a cab, and for once there was no one else in the world but the two of them. He unfolded the letter. His mother's handwriting leaned across the page like a tired woman on a long road. "My dear Roman and Vivienne," he read. His voice caught on the second word, and he started over. "If you are holding this, then Arthur has done the thing I asked him to do and then lied to you about it. I am sorry. I should have been braver with all of you, and I never was. "Twenty-two years ago I built a scheme to hold power over people who frightened me. Gerald Pryce paid the price for my crimes. I told myself I would repay him, and I did, in installments
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 147: THE DINER IN QUEENS
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The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 146: WHAT KATYA KNEW
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POV: Roman Ashford "Get out of my mother's kitchen," Maya said. Nobody had asked her to speak yet. Oliver had barely finished his first sentence. He stood at the head of the long oak table with Grace beside him, his hands pressed flat against the wood as if the room might tilt, and Maya had risen from her chair so fast that it scraped backward across the tile. "Maya," Roman said. "No, Dad. He lied to her for three years. He lied to all of us. He sat at our Christmas table and ate our food and let Grace walk into this family with a stranger." "I told her last night," Oliver said quietly. "After he called you. Not before." "That's true." "It's the only reason you told her." "Also true." He did not flinch. "I'm not going to argue with you. You're right about every word." That took some of the wind out of her. Maya stood with her fists clenched, breathing hard, her dark hair coming loose from its clip. Thomas touched her elbow from behind, and she shook him off, then immediately
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