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Valentina’s P.O.V

Daughter of a murderer? Who? Me?

“Daddy what do you mean by the daughter of a murderer,” Norah asked curiously, as she inched forward towards me. “Dad please answer me.”

“Right… you guys have the right to know what kind of beggar she is,” Ron said as he stared down at me condescendingly. “And about how ungrateful she has been to do something like this to you, Norah.”

“Dad please stop.” Nathan inched towards us, but his father glared at him. “You have done enough.”

“This is nothing compared to what she had done to me.” Ron kicked me again and a small scream escaped my parted lips. I was in blinding pain as I tried to shift away from them, Ron grabbed my hair hurling me to my knees. “And to your mother that I love even more than I love myself, all those wounds that wouldn’t heal.”

Ron seemed to be crying, as heartless as he was… Ron cried.

“Years, years ago your mother used to work in a bar, just to make ends meet, your grandparents are very poor and she was a very amb
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