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Alana's POV

I felt a bit of relief as I stepped through the exit, leaving behind the noise and sweat of the crowd of people inside. I inhaled a deep, calming breath, feeling the cool night air caress my skin and soothe my nerves.

I looked up at the sky, admiring the stars that twinkled above me. I wished I could stay here forever, away from the troubles and drama that plagued my life.

But my wish was not granted; as a voice had interrupted my moment of peace. As I turned around, I saw him. Beta Simon, Nadia’s father. He was standing there in the shadows.

He stepped into the light, his eyes gleaming with malice. He looked at me with disdain, as if I were something filthy and unworthy to be in his presence. His expression was cold and judgmental. And he made no secret of it.

He sneered at me, his lip curling into a cruel smile. “You’re shameless, you know that?” He spat, his voice dripping with venom. “How dare you show your face here, after what you did to my daughter?”

A bitter laugh