Chapter 140 The Prince

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Michael

Blood-red walls cloud my vision. I focus on the spiraling, floral velvet details of the wallpaper instead of the tall, dark-haired man pacing vigorously across the room, leaving tracks in the carpet.

Roses. Mom has always loved roses, and this room is a testament to her love of daylight, sunshine,...

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