REBORN AND BECOME A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE
“Everyone keeps talking about children, blood, hidden names, the wrong child. But my mother wrote about fear. Not love. Not scandal. Fear.”
“Yes.”
“So why does everyone keep trying to make this about fathers?”
Because fathers are easier than systems. Easier than corruption. Easier than admitting your whole life may have been arranged by people who never needed to touch you to decide where you would end up.
I do not say that.
Instead I say, “Because blood is the first lie rich families reach for. It keeps people looking in the wrong direction.” Her eyes shift back to mine. That one lands. Good. Before either of us can build on it, Lucas’s phone lights up in the front. He glances once, then ag
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