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DIRTY AFFAIR WITH HIS IDENTICAL TWIN Chapter 175~ The Booker's had a family meeting, and I was invited. Even though the topic wasn't a happy one, it felt marvelous to belong to something so much bigger than myself. I had been a loner for a long time, other than having my pets and Kylie around. This family was complicated and they bickered and they loved each other unconditionally. It felt beyond amazing to be a part of that. Bernice and Christian stood up in front of their children and their children's partners and announced that they would be getting a divorce. We were all stunned.

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."

"Balance looks good on you." "It feels good. Finally." I finished my book about breaking generational curses. "CHOOSING LIGHT: How to Break Free from Family Trauma" The publisher loved it. Called it "necessary" and "powerful." Publication date: six months out. "Another publicity tour?" Isla asked. "Probably. But smaller. Less intense. I learned my lesson." "Good. Because our kids need at least one parent who's not traumatized by media attention." Fair point. We did family therapy.

The year my sister turned fifteen, my father, Grant Davis, became obsessed with holding auctions at home. Everything in the house, from a plate of meat to a turn with the washing machine, from school lunch money to after-school activity fees, had to be won by bidding with family credits. I worked odd jobs until I dropped, sleeping only three hours a night, and finally saved up a thick stack of family credits, the paper soft and warped from my sweat. All Melody had to do was sit on the couch and shed a few tears, and my father would stuff fistfuls of credits into her arms. "Girls deserve to be spoiled. Can't have Melody feeling left out." That day, the item up for auction was an old necklace

"Book tickets to Greece. Family house in Santorini. For six people: me, Maitê, Clara, Théo, Luna, and the nanny. Round trip in two weeks. As soon as possible." "Yes, Mr. Valença. I’ll take care of it." The secretary called back later that day: "Everything is ready, sir. Flight in two days. First class, departing from Guarulhos. The house is already being prepared: cleaning, food stocked, and a reduced staff for privacy." "Thank you." He hung up and stared at the phone for a moment. Two days. The family deserved a trip. Maitê was standing in the middle of the bedroom. "I don’t know what to pack."

It also signified a little more seriousness and responsibilities in terms of Spears INC. In case I hadn’t made it clear, I run a multibillion-dollar company. My parents had died six years ago, just in time for my eighteenth birthday, and in turn, left the company in my care. No risk was taken because I have been in the family business since I turned 12. I watched him stand up and straighten his crisp white shirt, before turning to him. I watched him with some adoration but my ‘alter ego’ was irritated by him already. Why did he smile so much?

It was an unknown number, so I rejected it, only for it to ring again. This time, I answered on speaker. “Hello, is this Miss Harper Grey? We’re calling from a TV program called Family Forever. Your mother contacted us and said you’ve been influenced to cut ties with your parents. We’d like to invite you onto our show to have a proper conversation with your family.” “I’m not going.” “Miss Grey, we’d like to help you reunite with your family–” “There’s no need for that.” With that, I hung up and couldn’t fall back asleep again after that.

Early the next morning, my mother called. Her voice was hoarse, as if she had cried all night. "Nala… I did everything you asked. Can you come home?" I let out a slow breath. Maybe this didn't have to end in something irreversible after all. I was wrong. The moment I walked in, the living room was packed with my aunts, uncles, and cousins. My mother sat on the couch. Brian and Paulene sat across from her. My father was nowhere to be seen.

"What's this supposed to mean, Heidi? You're the one who arranged for this ski trip, and now that we've all made our way here, you're off to another country? How could you do this to us?" I massaged my ear. "That's right. A family trip where the four of you stay in the top-floor suite while I stay in a storage room—what a great arrangement!" Mom replied, "I knew it—you're still upset about this. Can you stop being unreasonable, Heidi? It's not that we didn't want to book you a suite—it's just that they're fully booked. "Besides, what's wrong with the storage room? It's not like it's uninhabitable. It's just for sleeping during the nights, can't you just bear with it?"