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Calling my mother a peasant wasn’t a mistake, Stephanie.
Forging documents wasn’t a mistake. Selling land you didn’t own wasn’t a mistake. Planning to imprison an innocent woman wasn’t a mistake.
Those were choices. Choices that showed exactly who you are. I loved you, she whispered.
“No,” I said firmly. “You loved what you thought I could give you. continue reading …
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