Chapter 13 - Five Years Later, My Daughters Asked Why Their Father Used to Be Feared Across New York—And Sloan Told Them the TruthWilla was five.
Lena was five.
They were inseparable.
One evening, Willa asked:
“Daddy, were you really scary?”
I looked at Sloan.
She smiled.
“Very.”
Willa giggled.
“I don't believe you.”
“Good.”
I hugged them both.
“You shouldn't have to.”
My daughters didn't know the empire I'd inherited.
They didn't know the bloodshed.
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They only knew me as their father.
And that was enough.
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Chapter 15 - Years After My Ex-Wife Returned to My Penthouse With a Newborn, My Daughter Asked Me Why I Chose Family Over an Empire—And My Answer Made Sloan CryWilla stood beside me on the balcony.
