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Chapter 11 - Bella Started Calling Me Dad, and My Father Finally Understood That the Family He Had Tried to Protect Was Bigger Than BloodBella was seven.

She called me Dad.

At first, I didn't correct her.

Then one day she asked:

“Do you mind?”

I shook my head.

“Never.”

She smiled.

My father watched from the doorway.

“She has your stubbornness.”

I laughed.

“That worries me.”

Marina smiled.

For the first time, we were a family.

Not perfect.

But real.

My father apologized often.

Marina forgave slowly.

I learned to trust again.

Bella knew almost nothing about the old empire.

She knew only:

Dad.

Grandpa.

Mom.

May you like

Home.

That was enough.

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