I stumbled back a step and shoved Elina away.I wasn't trying to hurt her, but her heels slipped across the hardwood floor. She staggered backward, then dropped straight onto her butt.The next second, she let out a shrill scream. "You hit me? Fine! You're dead!"The noise made my head pound.I grabbed my laptop bag and walked out. If I wanted her gone, I'd need proof.As for why I hadn't told her who I really was, it was because I still hadn't officially become part of the Parker family.Back then, my mom had misunderstood my father, Elvis Parker, while she was pregnant with me and left before he ever knew the truth.It wasn't until after she passed away that the Parkers finally found me. I'd asked them not to tell anyone I existed.That night, I sat alone on the couch in my hotel room, scrolling through my phone until dawn.Elina's social media was spotless. Every photo was perfectly curated—afternoon tea, flower arranging, indie bookstores. She looked like the picture of gr
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