Then he turned to me, smiling broadly. “Charlotte, he wants to see what you look like. A video call?” I nodded, my heart suddenly racing. The video call connected, and my breath caught. Miles was in the gym, shirtless, with sweat glistening on his dark, well-defined muscles. For a moment, I almost forgot we shared the same father. He was so tall and powerfully built, with an aura of confident strength. He had a few streaks of white in his hair, though he looked young. Is that a birthmark, or did he dye it that way? I wondered. “Charlotte?” he asked, his voice as warm as his smile. “Hi…” I managed, suddenly feeling very shy. “Guys!! Guys!! Come here!” he called out, turning away from the camera. I looked back at Musa, confused. He just smiled reassuringly. Within seconds, three other men, equally sweaty and shirtless, crowded into the frame. They were a bunch of strong, dark-skinned, strikingly handsome men—my half-brothers. I felt a wave of nervousness wash over
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