CHAPTER 032
Author: LADY E
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Dianna’s hands balled into fists at her sides.

“Father, Father, Father!” she snapped, her voice breaking under the weight of years of obedience.

“Every choice in my life has been made for him. Who I see, who I speak to, who I marry. Do you think I don’t know how this family works? Do you think I don’t know what he wants me to be? But I’m not his pawn anymore, Jedro. I won’t be!”

Jedro’s eyes narrowed. “And so you’d rather be Jackson Milton’s pawn?”

“That’s not fair!” she shot back, te
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