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~Tamia~ I woke in the morning with a bit of morning sickness. So I rushed to the bathroom and threw up what was left of my dinner from last night. Sylvester joined me in the bathroom and rubbed my back gently. Knowing why I was throwing up, neither of us was bothered. He kissed the top of my head
Chapter 178
There were six journals altogether, and somehow it wasn't a daily record of her life; browsing through the page, I realised she only recorded significant events. "Read aloud, Tamia," Marcel said. We were all eager for answers, so we sat in the living room, and I picked the oldest journal, judging b
Chapter 179
The other pages showed how she and Stephanie would ensure that Dominic got the Balyaev seat. She indeed planned on double-crossing Stephanie in that regard; the woman was vile. I picked up the last journal and read most of its content until I could not read it aloud anymore. Jenny had made several
Chapter 180
~Sylvester~ I took the journal from Tamia and read the page she was on. I could not believe what I had just seen. "What if this woman was trying to frame my mother? The letter was anonymous. What if that was what she was trying to do? Jenny was on the council, and my mother wasn't. My father had l
Chapter 181
I decided I wouldn't waste any time. Once we returned to the estate in the morning, I would ask my mother. I hope she tells the truth for all our sakes so I can figure out what to do. We had dinner, and everyone joked about the things they read in Jenny's journal. The woman believed my father love
Chapter 182
"Answer me, mother," I said, and she wiped away her tears. "She was fucking him, Sylvester. I had no choice. They were working against me, all of them, against us," She said, and my knees gave out, and I fell on them with tears streaming down my eyes. Everything she told me was a lie. Everything I
Chapter 183
~Sylvester~ I was speechless. My mother sat on the couch and was weeping. I could see she was afraid, and I understood why. She had committed treason. I sighed and looked at her. I could see she was tired and wondered how much she was hiding. "Is there anything else, mother, that I need to know?
Chapter 184
So I pretended with her. The day she died, she came to my house to gloat. She told me she had me where she wanted and could dispose of me whenever. She only let me keep my miserable life because she enjoyed watching me suffer. She told me of her child with Maurice, and I pretended to be surprised a
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