Chapter 8 - The Daughter Nobody Told Me I WasI wasn't Elena Romano's biological daughter.
My mother had adopted me.
My real father was Victor Greco.
The man who had betrayed his family.
The man who had ordered the original attack.
The man now hunting me.
I couldn't breathe.
"No."
My mother cried.
"I'm sorry."
"You lied to me."
"I was protecting you."
"For my entire life?"
"Yes."
Lorenzo stepped toward me.
I backed away.
"Don't."
"Julia."
"Don't."
My mind was spinning.
Everything I believed about myself had disappeared.
My father.
My childhood.
My identity.
Even Lorenzo.
Because if Victor was my father, then I was connected to the Greco family by blood.
And Lorenzo was my father's nephew.
We stared at each other.
Then Lorenzo said the only thing that mattered.
"None of this changes what you mean to me."
I cried.
"It should."
"It doesn't."
"I'm part of your family."
"You're Julia."
"Your enemy's daughter."
"You're Julia."
His voice broke.
"I don't care whose blood runs through your veins."
I looked at him.
"I do."
He stepped closer.
"Then I'll spend the rest of my life proving blood doesn't decide who we become."
I wanted to believe him.
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But before I could answer, the mansion alarms began screaming.
Victor had arrived.
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