**** 271 A Different Man
271 A Different Man
“I didn’t… I swear on my life… I am still investigating her death.”
“In the mortuary,” Louis responded.
The closer I got, the heavier my heart felt. I reached my front door and rang the bell. It opened seconds later to reveal my mother. She stood in the doorway, stunned,
confused.
“Tell me, did you kill her?”
I clenched my jaw and slowly turned around to face him, the pain bubbling inside me.
I stepped back again.
“Thank you. I will take
I will take my leave now.”
“I left because I found out we’re related.”
I sighed. “I don’t know if they will let me see her.”
“Yes… we share the same father but different mothers who are twin sisters,” I added. The triplets looked dumbfounded but I continued.
“I believe Olivia is my half–sister,” I announced and saw their eyes widen.
“You know it’s true,” I added quietly. He looked down, pain etched on his face.
1 fight his
Gently, I reached down and pried his hands off me. He didn’t fight me. Didn’t try to stop me. He just let me. I stepped away, opened the door and left.
Damien’s eyes twitched, and I could tell he was hurt by my accusation.
Tears stung his eyes. “Sofia…”
I didn’t wait to get their response before leaving. As I stepped out into the cool evening air, the wind kissed my cheeks, drying what remained of my tears. I had barely taken five steps when a guard approached me from the side of the mansion.
I nodded slowly. “Our families… the blood feud… the history of betrayal between us. I found out. And I knew then that whatever we had–whatever we dreamed of–was
doomed from the start.”
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271 A Different Man
The drive was quiet. No music. No questions. Just silence… and my thoughts. Thoughts of Rebecca. Of Damien. Of Olivia. Of everything that had fallen apart.
How could I tell him that his father didn’t even know he existed?
My shoulders slumped. “My mother was an enemy to Olivia’s mother despite them being twins… It’s a long story but just know that Olivia and her brother see me as an enemy,” I said with pain. Knowing that I have a younger sister who probably hates me without even getting to meet me or know me was a lot to take. 2
“Sofia,” his voice cracked. “At least tell me why. I deserve that much.”
“I’m…” I began, meeting each of their eyes, “I apologize for all the things Damien did to you three. I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive him.”
They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. I turned to leave, but paused at the doorway and glanced back.
My heart leapt. A wide smile spread across my face as my two–year–old son came running, his arms flung open as he threw himself into me. I dropped to my knees instantly and scooped him into my arms. Tears rushed to my eyes. I held him tightly, kissing his soft curls.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered. “I missed you so much.”
Behind me, I heard him shift.
Sofia’s POV
He took a step toward me. “I don’t care about that,” he said, shaking his head. “I love
I don’t care what our families did. I don’t care about any damn feud. You’re mine. My mate.”
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