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CHAPTER 22
Author: Geefty
last update2025-04-10 15:16:02

Ethan’s POV

I was barely conscious when my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand, vibrating itself closer and closer to the edge. A sliver of morning light leaked through the curtains, slicing across the floor like a blade. The room felt unusually cold, as though it sensed the storm I was about to wake up to. I groaned, rolling over with a sleep-heavy grunt, one eye half open.

Olivia’s name flashed across the screen.

I fumbled the phone to my ear. “Olivia?”

“Ethan, have you seen the news?” Her voice was sharp, panic-laced, the kind that snapped away whatever haze of sleep remained. She sounded like someone watching a fire crawl up their walls.

My pulse stuttered. “What? No, what’s going on?”

“You need to check it. Now. It’s 8th”

The line crackled for a beat. Then she said the words I hadn’t even known I feared until I heard them.

“Someone’s claiming you’re not really a Sinclair.”

I sat up straight, heart pounding like a drum in a silent hall. “What?”

“They’re saying you’re an impo
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