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GABRIELLE’S POVFather’s arms tightened around me, and I held on just as firmly.“Bree told me you came by,” he said. “Before I stepped out you were gone.”My grip on him tightened. “I didn’t think you’d want to see me.”He pulled back just enough to look at my face.“I am a bad father for not reaching out sooner,” he murmured. “I was so angry and for what?”I shook my head. “No. I knew my actions were wrong.”His gaze moved over my face. “It wasn’t enough to throw my daughters out.”Daughters.Emily and I.Would he hate me if I told him I handed my own sister over to Rhys for what she did?Or would he understand that she couldn’t be saved anymore? That she would always come after me if I had let her go?My heart thudded wildly. “Emily—”“Murdered an innocent woman and almost killed you twice,” he cut me off. “She impersonated you to steal from me too.”I swallowed, feeling a dull ache in my chest.“I’m so sorry.”He frowned slightly. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”“I can’t help

GABRIELLE’S POV THREE YEARS LATER Life had been great. We finally moved and got married in the garden of our new home, and in the company of family and close friends. Except Beatrice. All of Damon’s ex-wives flew to Italy to attend the wedding—including Anya. Surprisingly, she was civil and I didn’t sense any hostility from her. Maybe a few months away was exactly what she needed. My wedding gown and Fiorella's maid of honor dress, were designed by me. Not even pregnancy could slow me down. I now owned a fashion brand, and it was more successful than I'd ever imagined. I wanted to be more than Mrs Gravari and a Vanderbilt heiress. I wanted my own legacy, to leave my mark in the world. And I did. Our cute daughter was born months later, and I requested to be placed on birth control immediately. But Damon opted for a reversible vasectomy instead, as my hormones were still all over the place. He joined the doctors in delivering the baby and from the experie

GABRIELLE’S POV I thought my ears had failed me. “What do you mean, Damon?” I asked. He sighed and walked towards the window to look out of it. “I didn’t murder Phoebe but if this is a way to atone for my actions, then let him snoop around.” I blinked in surprise, and pushed the door shut behind us as I stared at his broad back. “That’s not atonement,” I said softly. “That’s you handing yourself over for something you didn’t do. You don’t deserve—” He didn’t turn around. “I’ll take the fall. You don’t get to decide what I deserve, Gabrielle.” “I don’t need to decide. I know what’s fair.” He let out a quiet breath. “Fair stopped applying a long time ago. If life were fair, I wouldn’t have even been born.” I closed my eyes for a second and exhaled. I had always wanted him to heal, but now, I was beginning to think he might have healed a little more than necessary. But I understood him. It was fifteen years of guilt finally let loose and weighing down on his consci

GABRIELLE’S POV A brief silence followed. I slowly set Aria down from my lap. Fiorella’s eyes were already on me, sharp and questioning. “I’ll be right back,” I said. Rhys glanced up from the pot. “Everything okay?” “Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Just a small issue at the gate.” I didn’t wait for another question. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, my steps calm even as something cold settled in my chest. My instincts were already telling me that this was about a particular blonde man. The guard followed behind me as we stepped out of the house. “It’s about the man from yesterday,” he said. My body went still. “What about him?” I asked, keeping my voice calm as we walked down to the gate. “He’s back,” the guard replied. “We refused him entry as instructed, but he has parked in front of the gate and refuses to leave.” I was right. I knew Aiden wouldn’t give up. I knew Damon should have done something about him. “He’s been there for a while,” he added. “W

DAMON’S POV The driver parked the car in the driveway and turned to me. “Anything else, sir?” “No.” He nodded and got out of the car. I turned to Rhys beside me in the back passenger seat. “Don’t go through the front door. I don’t want my kids to see blood all over their uncle.” Rhys barely reacted. “Yes, brother.” “And while you’re at it, stop murdering people everywhere you go,” I said, struggling to keep my calm as anger coursed through me. “What the fuck, Rhys?” He called me a few hours ago to pick him up from a club where he murdered a man in front of everyone. And obviously not in a clean way with the amount of blood he had on him. “I know,” he responded, staring out the window. “I fucked up. I’ll have Vani handle it.” I looked away from him. “No, you won’t. I’ll handle it, as usual. However, I shouldn't be cleaning up your mess. How hard is it not to kill?” “Well maybe they shouldn’t be doing things that incur death,” he snapped. “How about that? How about people ju