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CHAPTER 7
Author: Geefty
last update2025-04-01 14:50:08

Vanessa’s POV

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the marble halls of the estate. Nathan stormed through the front door, his gym bag still slung over his shoulder, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. His pulse pounded with frustration, disbelief churning inside him like a storm. His breath came in short, furious bursts as he strode into the living room, a certain weight pressing against his chest.

I sat elegantly on the plush velvet couch, a glass of wine poised between my fingers. The afternoon sun cast warm golden hues over the room, filtering through the grand arched windows, but the serenity of the setting did nothing to mask the irritation that flared inside me the moment Nathan barged in. Across from me, my father sat in his usual stately manner, reading through business documents. The scent of old leather and expensive cigars lingered in the air.

Nathan barely gave us time to react before blurting, “Dad! Nessa! You won’t believe this.”

Richard lowered his papers
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