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Chapter 16–Seven Days

Author: RENA
last update publish date: 2026-05-05 22:38:01

Natasha’s POV.

My father sat on the couch, slumped slightly, his usual flawless appearance completely undone. His shirt was wrinkled, stained faintly with blood near the collar. A fresh bruise darkened the side of his face. There was a small cut just above his brow, dried blood trailing down toward his temple.

Victoria stood nearby, pacing, her hands trembling slightly despite how composed she was trying to look.

“What happened?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

My father s
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