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CHAPTER 62 — THE HOUR OF TRUTH

Author: Ella D’Ravyn
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-08 00:39:11

Faina Petrov

Andrey doesn’t share his father’s surname for reasons of cunning and security. My godfather wants his son to remain unlinked to him, preventing our enemies from using him as leverage. Just like my father did with me and my mother, always prioritizing the family’s protection. That’s why my birth certificate doesn’t carry his name. To those closest to us, I am Faina Petrov—and that’s how I like to be known. To our enemies and the world outside our bubble, Faina Petrov actu
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