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Chapter Forty - Two
Author: Manesa
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The day had begun like every other day, but not to Eli, today was one of the best days he could wish for since finding out he was the heir to Aurelius.

He was lying on his back, his eyes fixed on the movie Elara had cajoled him to watch which was playing on her ipad, a gift she had also gotten, from one of the numerous admirers that had tried to convince her to marry him – he knew this because she had told him. His mind wasn’t on the movie, he was more concentrated on the head that rested lazily on his belly, and the hand that brushed his from time to time. Every once in a while she will tilt her head to smile at him, making his heart flutter. He was completely and totally happy and content, till he remembered the dna report he had been with on the day he had been shot. The happy smile resting on his face, washing off his face at once.

He felt his heart pulse increase in worry, and quiet reprimand for forgetting the report, as he jerked up from the position in which he lay.

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