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Feels so good to be back. Those were probably the words a person would say when she had just come home after six months of absence.
But not me. I told myself silently as I stared blankly at the magnificent view of the beach. Spain just held many bitter memories for me. But I have no choice.
Yes. You have a choice, Cameron. You can get away from here after you secured your baby’s condition. Remember, you have no room in his life before. He brings you to his beach house and not to the palace because you are not part of his life now. Remember that.
I exhaled the breath that I never know that I was holding. I already expected that Alejandro would never bring me back to his palace located at the top of the mountain. But my heart was stupid and hoped, and now I felt disappointed—what a shame. I do need to get away from here really soon.
I am now standing inside the magnificent white and cream-colored three-floored lux
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