Aria’s POV.Aria walked into the mansion, tired. The words of her stepmother kept ringing in her ears like a gong.“Those little precious bastards of yours…”She clutched her bag tightly, heart banging. “She wouldn’t dare,” Aria whispered to herself, as she walked through the yard.The house was too quiet, that was unlike it.It had always been noisy with either Moria laughing endlessly, or the kids playing.Moria was seated in the living room, sipping a glass of wine.She didn’t spit a word as Aria walked inside the house.The servants were nowhere to be found, except from the butler.“Mrs, you’re home.” Miss Teresa, the butler said, taking her bag.She nodded in response, slipping her legs into footwear.“A glass of water please,” she demanded, sinking into a seat.Moria kept smiling, that was unlike her. She’d frown or feel disgusted whenever Aria was home.But today? Something seemed off, and Aria didn’t seem to notice, or she pretended to play along.“Where is Luca and Laura?” S
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