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... nched into fists at her sides. The air was thick with tension, the scent of aged wood and expensive cologne doing nothing to mask the suffocating weight of betrayal she felt. Robert Harrington, seated behind his grand mahogany desk, stared at her in stunned silence.
"You lied to me," Delphinia’s voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. "All these years, you let me believe that my mother’s death was my fault. But it wasn’t, was it?" Her lips curled in disdain. "It ...
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