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Heart Of Ice

Chapter 10 An enemy in my camp 1

Word Count: 971    |    Released on: 09/09/2024

orning but I was sleeping in. My eyes were slowly clos

n of concern etched across her face. "Miss Maya, there's quite

s happ

and she

s Maya. But there's a man downstair

cended the staircase, the muffled voices grew louder. It sound

om of the stairs, my ey

st three suitcases with him and a smug expression on his face. "What on ear

s suitcase. "Moving in, obviously.

is my home, not yours. You can

ding to the legal documents I have, it's as m

omposure. "I don't know what game you're pl

nd. "Sorry, sister, but I'm here to sta

in with his suitcase. He walked past me with

g for my next line of action

...

find Alex unpacking in what used to be

?" I questioned, my voice lace

on his lips. "How many times s

ed and c

and make myself comfortable. After

d to burst. "This is my home, Alex. Not yours. I don't car

y times do I have to explain it to you?!

on was my home. I grew up here my whole life. Of all places

forged the documents or you're lying or some

e," he declared, unpacking wi

Alex," I insisted, desperation creeping into my voice.

a?! It's a beautiful mansion, perfect even. There's enough

ithin me. "I'll pay for your new place. How

a, darling, money is not the issue here. I

otions. "Please, Alex, don't do this. Don

you say?! Oh I have something that might change you

curiosity mingling within me.

. I was lucky to have found out what your father was doing behind the scen

, the room clo

t is

as I say, I'll reveal it all. The Smith name will crumble, and you and wha

, the weight of the revelation cru

ght. "Am I? Are you willing to risk e

d, defeated. "W

my way. Let me enjoy this mansion in peace. And remem

er I want. And you'll bear

didn't exist. I was dizzy with rage, I managed to ma

shed to

a, are yo

ded, mustering the

fine

d up and walked

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