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My eyes burned as I screamed, “Ethan! How dare you? My father is a martyr. If you touch his ashes, all of you will pay the price!” Ethan paused, then let out a mocking laugh. “Nora, I told you this act is pointless. When we married, your father said he was a security guard.” He opened the urn. The gray‑white ashes scattered across the floor. My world shattered. “Dad…” I fell to my knees. Blood seeped from the skin where I hit the ground, but I felt nothing. My shaking hands tried to gather the ashes, but they slipped through my fingers. “Dad… Dad…”

"It's Dad's birthday today. I've saved up a whole year to get him a tie. I hope he likes it. "My stomach hurts so much. I vomited blood. Dad, save me." Dad's hands were trembling so much that he couldn't hold the diary properly. He let out a suppressed whimper which sounded like a dying animal. "Nady…"

"It's so cold. My quilt is so thin, and my feet are frozen numb. I wanted to go to the living room to warm up, but Dad said I smelled bad and ordered me to get back to my doghouse. Did I smell bad? But I shower every day. Is it because I'm unwanted that even my breathing smells bad?" … The date on the final page was from the day I was kidnapped. "If I die, will Dad cry? Probably not. I'm a rotten liar, a jinx. I think they'll finally be happy if I'm dead. Still, I really wish Dad would love me, even for a minute. But Dad… If there is a next life, I don't want to be your son anymore. It hurts too much." Dad finally broke down. He clutched the diary tightly against his chest as though he were

“Because last I checked my brother was dead and now he’s sitting next to me and has been in my life for months!” Scarlett gently squeezed my thigh. I took a deep breath. “Explain yourself.” “I thought your mom could make it through, I really did. I was never prepared to lose her,” Dad started. “She had given birth early and for some odd reason I thought that was a sign that things would get better.” “But I was there when she died,” I pointed out. “I watched it happen, there was no baby.”

I gasp as I take in all the tattoos on his legs. Because I knew what they mean. My dad's legs are covered. Enemies that tried to take them down, and failed. Punch had killed people, lots by the looks of it. I gulp. “What the fuck are you doing here brat,” he snaps, turning to look at me. He then yawns and stretches as Mags fixes him a plate. Goddess, he thinks I’M the spoiled brat? I swear I can feel my heart thudding in my ears. Has he really killed that many people?? I can’t accept that!

She exclaimed, her voice lacing with incredulity and disbelief, "It's impossible! Your Dad can't die. Did you dream of -!" " It wasn't a dream!" I cut her off, my voice firm and resolute. My fingers curled into a tight fist upon my lap, as I trembled, " I watched my Dad's lifeless body lying on the ground, the Gamma, my father, he was dead!" My voice shook as I uttered the unthinkable.My resolve was unbreakable. Dad knew I never lied on his face. However, a soft gasp escaped from Grandma as she stammered, taking a few unsteady steps." It can't be!" She whispered, but the tremor in her tone betrayed her certainty.

However, that relief was short-lived when Bella suddenly sneezed loudly from the back seat, not quite sure how to handle it I froze. My dad shot me a calculated look, suspicion creasing his forehead. "What was that sound jace?" Thinking on my feet, I flashed a smile, attempting to diffuse the tension. "I farted, my stomach has been acting up. I've been having difficulty controlling my bowels lately. Forgive me." To my surprise, my dad accepted the excuse, responding, "That's okay. We all have our moments, don't we?"

Edwin's legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees. Dad's eyes widened as he stammered, "C-Claudia! Stop this nonsense! How could you pretend to be dead on a day like this?" He strode forward and kicked me hard, twice. "Get up!" But I couldn't move. Dad crouched down impatiently, eyeing the blood on my face. Then, he let out a cold, mocking laugh. "So, this is where the ketchup went? How dare you waste it just to put on a show!"

“Truly tragic.” One of the girls snorted, then quickly pretended to cough. Hilda continued, “Your father was found dead in his home. An apparent suicide. Hanging.” The world tilted. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t process the words. They hovered in the air between us, unreal and obscene. “That’s not funny,” I said sharply. “Don’t joke about things like that.” Hilda’s smile sharpened. “Well, since you’re so pitiful, I’ll let you see the truth.”

"That tells me all I need to know. The mate bond breaking was for the best!" He lifted the gold case meaningfully. "Now I'm here to have their names struck from the records. Even in death, you'll have no claim on their souls." The council guards watched with interest. Such drama rarely played out in their halls. Liam stumbled back as if struck. "What... what do you mean ashes? Who died?" The confusion in his voice only fueled my father's contempt. "You really don't know?" he asked quietly. "Your own mate and pup died, and you didn't even notice?"