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25. The Ghost of the Past

Author: Sommy Nuela
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-25 23:55:20

Don Antonio's POV

I woke up to the sound of Alexa's soft sobs. Opening my eyes, I saw her staring at a picture, her face pale and drawn.

"Little Alexa, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep.

She looked at me, her eyes wide with fear. "I knew this, I knew my guts were right yesterday. Just take a look at this," she whispered, handing me the picture.

I unfolded it, and my blood ran cold. It was a photograph taken at the airport showing us kissing. My heart pounded in my chest. "What the actual heck," I breathed.

Alexa's sobs intensified. "What are we going to do?" she whispered. "I'm scared."

I sighed and pulled her into my arms, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, love," I whispered. "We'll figure this out. I will use my connections to find out who did this. I will try my best to fix it."

But the truth was, I didn't know how to fix this. This was a disaster. Our secret was out, and I had no idea who had taken the picture or what they intended to do with it. All it would
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