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Chapter 87- My Childhood Prison

Nat stood in the grand study of her father’s estate, the scent of expensive leather and aged whiskey thick in the air. The house had always felt too big, too empty, too cold. It wasn’t a home. It never had been.

It was a prison.

She had spent her childhood in these walls, walking on eggshells, learn...

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