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Author: Tina Maxxy
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Emmy’s father narrowed his eyes. “Are you drunk?”

“If you say another stupid word, I’ll kick you out myself!” He added, his voice thunderous enough to strike Roger dead if it was capable of it.

“Father, please…” Roger kept his head bowed. “What do I gain by lying to you?”

“If Charles really loved Emmy,” Roger added, “why did he walk away without a fight? That’s not love. That’s a deal gone wrong.”

“Charles isn't like that,” Emmy's father was still saying when Roger put his hand into his pocket.

Roger pulled out his phone again and swiped through more doctored photos—images of Charles caught in intimate poses with powerful, well-known women in New York.

“This isn’t coincidence,” Roger said. “Charles might not be as innocent as he looks. Some very influential people are using him. Think about it. The moment he left this family, things started crumbling.”

The room fell into absolute silence.

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