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I stayed with Angie after the funeral, not wanting to create any more drama with Calvin, so I kept my distance from him. I felt as though everything was going in slow motion, everything was crumbling around me and I couldn't help but let it fall.
I walk up the stairs of Clifford Manor, the night curtain finally draping across the sky. I slowly pull open the door, and hear voices from the kitchen.
'We still have to do a DNA test,' A familiar voice echoes.
'Christian, she's Alexander's carbon copy, it's obvious, that's your daughter.' Anna defendsz
'I need to make sure, I can't just hand over my fortune without being definitively sure.' he insists.
'This is going to hurt her, she's going to be upset-'
I manoeuvre to where they can see me, the kitchen light acting as a spotlight.
'You want a DNA test?' I ask, as their gazes fall on me, 'We can do one, I don't mind.'
'Oh great, I'll get that organised then!' Christians eyes light up.
'Yeah, you do that, but just know, no matter what those results are, you are not my father, my father died in that fire with my mother.' I retort.
'Just cause you donated your sperm, you don't suddenly become my fucking father, I mean anyone can see that we are related but yet you still question that I'm your daughter. No one fucking asked you to save me.' I go to turn around and walk away.
'Blair-' Anna's voice soothes but I turn back around, not finished yet.
'Also, I don't want one single penny of your god forsaken money, do you understand, even if I was on the streets back in London, if I was starving, I wouldn't take it.' I don't wait for an answer, turning to the stairs and stomping on them as I feel my heart thumping.
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I get into my room, shut the door, and lean against it, my eyes closed. I'm clinging onto threads, so I don't crumble apart completely.
I slowly blink my eyes open, only my sight to be ruined by a very handsome villain standing in front of me. I run to him before I know it, take him in for a moment before connecting my fist with his face as my nose flairs in anger.
'What the fuck are you doing here?!' I pull him by his collar.
