Chapter: 34

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Aria Delaney


The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. Dante was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, deep in thought.

"Morning," I said softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

He turned to me, a small smile on his lips. "Morning, beautiful. We need to talk."

I sat up, my heart pounding. "About what?"

"About my father. About everything." He took a deep breath. "I know you have questions, and you deserve answers."

I nodded, bracing myself for what was to come....

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