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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