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“Sit down, Mother,” I said, my voice cold and flat, “or I will have security remove you from my house.”
“My house?”
The words hit her like a physical blow.
She froze, her chest heaving, realizing the power dynamic had not just shifted—it had inverted.
She was no longer the queen of the Garden District.
She was a trespasser.
Courtney was sobbing continue reading …
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