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~Sylvester~ I took out the following letter, and it was a letter my mother had written to Jenny. "Dear Jenny, I am pained to my soul that Maurice would do such a thing to me. Kindly let me know if there is a way to overturn this injustice. That seat is rightfully mine, and I want Dominic to sit on
Some had dried tears on them. Meaning Jenny wept while she read some. I wondered about the kind of life Jenny was living. I put down the letters and picked up Volkov's file again. "She kept a journal, Sylvester," Tamia said, and I looked at her and saw a book in her hand. Just then, the rest of o
Although my mother had a lot of questions to answer, I doubted she would tell the truth or lead me right. She had so many secrets that I could never tell the difference between her truths and lies. I checked the file and saw a letter addressed to David. "Dear David, as per your request, I have sen
~Tamia~ I was giddy about spending time at the duplex but worried about Sylvester's mood. It was clear we had opened a can of worms, and I doubted we would get all the answers we wanted. We arrived at the building and were greeted by a smiling staff. They had a lot of respect and admiration for
There was deep relief in my chest that made me realise that I was worried about something. "I know my father was a bastard, and he hurt my mother and the women in his life in irreparable ways. But I am nothing like him. I am not a dark alpha, and I refuse to be. Please do not let what we discover a
"One of the letters read that she gave my half-brother money. I wonder why she would go out of her way and give him money, then scare him to not show up in Lucland by telling him I am looking for him when I did not even know of his existence," Sylvester said, and he had a valid point. "Your mother
~Tamia~ Sylvester took off his clothes, leaving his boxers on and lay on the bed facing up and resting his head on his hand. He looked to the side and smiled at me. He motioned me to join him in bed. "Come on, Green-eyes. I want to hold you," He said, and I smiled. I took off the joggers and left
"Relax and tell me what you want to say, Tamia," He said and kissed my hand again. I sighed. "Your mother does not seem like the forgiving type. Were there guards in this duplex during the time of the attack?" I asked him. "They were supposed to be, but the wounded ones were few. They usually have