KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL
Her voice trembled, but she didn’t stop.
“My mum— Natasha David D’Souza— though she’d never admit it, she loved being called Natasha Parker. She was American. Fierce. Brilliant. She ran Nexure, NSD Tech on paper. She built our empire alongside my dad, David D’Souza— a self-made corporate lawyer and her partner in business, in life, in everything.”
She paused, eyes distant.
“Our life was… beautiful. Perfect.”
Jenny and Naina said nothing. They didn’t need to. The silence was reverent.