Chapter 11 He was still flesh of my flesh.

Elara's POV

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at me, waiting for me to bow my head in humiliation like I had for the past five years, to swallow my pride and beg for mercy.

Vivian reclined on the sofa, a subtle curve playing at the corner of her lips.

I looked at Damian's fac...

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