***~CHRISTIAN~***The large bronze gates of the Cartwright Mansion opened slowly, and I drove through. This was the last place I wanted to be. I parked beside a sleek, white limo, turned off the engine and exhaled. Coming back here reopened old wounds, wounds that hadn't healed despite the years. I was born of a framed one-night stand between my father and my mother who, according to the stories I was told, was a stripper. My mother hid me away after she had me, working her back off, making sure we both lived comfortably in the streets of New York. Then one day after I turned eight, she brought a man to our tiny apartment. She introduced him as Maverick Cartwright and told me he was my father. He had come to claim me as his son. He took us back to his mansion where we met Ophelia, his wife. She didn't hide her animosity towards us, and neither did her son, Alistair, my half brother. They both felt threatened by our presence. When I told my mother about this, she assured me th
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