His Dirty Little Secret
All I could hear was the thunder of my heartbeat, pounding in my ears like a war drum.
No.
No, no, no.
This couldn't be happening.
Victor clapped a hand on Dante's shoulder, oblivious to the storm brewing. "Cassidy, this is Dante Ashford. My son. Your soon-to-be stepbrother." He beamed, like he'd just unveiled a priceless artifact. "Dante, meet Vanessa's daughter, Cassidy. She's a spitfire, just like her mother."
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