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My son’s fiancée cut my hair in the garden and mocked me—unaware my billionaire son had just returned home early and seen everything.

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unmanageable.”

Damian moved closer, his sharp gaze locking onto Evelyn. Strands of uneven hair clung to her cardigan like evidence. One side of her head was brutally hacked uneven. Her cheeks were wet, her mouth trembling as she struggled not to completely break in front of him. “What did you do?” Damian asked, voice dangerously steady. Serena shrugged.continue reading …

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