Dear Uncle wants to Ruin Me
Cynnie omahmy father is my guardian angelmy mate's father wants me
I succeeded.
The door was unlocked, which pissed me off like he wanted me to go in, like he was baiting me. I stepped inside. It was dark, wood-paneled, masculine in the way of cigars and bloodlines. A massive desk stood in the center. On it were files, labeled, neat, perfect until I got my hands on them.
I flipped open a folder. My name. Not just mine, my father’s. Documents, transactions, photos, one of me at a coffee shop last year. What the actual hell?
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