Ariadne froze, staring into the face she had tried so hard to forget. Her father, Arman Harper, stood before her with the same audacity that had haunted her childhood. The familiar glint of opportunism shone in his eyes, overshadowed by no sign of remorse or shame.“Ari? Do you remember? I’m your father,” he said, his voice almost casual, as though nothing had happened.Ariadne’s hands trembled as her mind flooded with memories she had buried deep. The echo of slamming doors, her mother’s tear-streaked face, and the sting of being left to fend for herself all came rushing back. Her chest tightened, and her breathing grew shallow.“No,” she whispered under her breath, recoiling as Arman reached for her hand.“Come on, Ari,” Arman continued, his tone shifting to something almost pleading. “It’s been so long. You’ve done well for yourself, haven’t you? Married to a billionaire, living the high life. I always knew you’d make it big.”Ariadne’s lips parted, but no words came. Her body refu
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