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Zayden's POV

I know I am not supposed to be here but I also know I have to be here so my ego won't ruin what I have been building for years. I drive into my father's mansion.

The concrete huge building full of tall glasses reminds me of many things. One of those things was the day my father stopped beating me and that day was the same day my mother lost her legs. I shut my eyes to let go of the hurt that comes with the memories.

That day reminds me of the way I cried so hard and the pain in my mother's eyes that I can still see. The last time I saw my mother was three months ago. I hate coming here, I hate seeing her in pain.

I am here because I want to get the award and I want to see my mother. I get out of the car and move towards the door. His domestic staff are all over, muttering their greetings to me. I answer none of the greetings as I walk in.

The living room is empty and I wonder where everyone is. My eyes scan the entire place until it falls on a girl coming from a room.

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