Kyla felt her world crumble two weeks ago. She lost her father. The only family she ever had. The thought of never getting to see the only person who understood her than any other was a nightmare. She’d never get to hear him call her little pumpkin. Never get to feel his lips pressed against her cheek.Throughout the week, she refused to step out, barely eat, and say a word to anyone. “Miss,” A gentle voice came with a gentle knock. “Go away, Vivian. I do not want breakfast,” Kyla mumbled under the sheet.Vivian, the housekeeper, cleared her throat. “Someone is here to see you, and it’s important.”“I do not want to see anyone. Go away and stop trying to trick me out.” She won’t get out of this bed. Every morning, she’d open her eyes, and the world didn’t feel the same. Stepping out was worse as every inch of the mansion held the memories of her father.“Let me handle this,” another voice came, deeper than the maid’s voice. Rich and unfamiliar.Kyla’s brows creased.“Kyla. I’m a f
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