Fifteen Years of Betrayal

Chiara stuttered. “Yes, it is.”

“Tell me,” Camilla pressed gently. “What is it?”

Chiara looked up, eyes filled with emotion. “But before I say it, promise me you won’t hate me.”

Camilla frowned. “Chia, you’re scaring me.”

“I and my father should’ve told you fifteen years ago,” Chiara whispered, her voice trembling. “You and your family deserved the truth.”

“What truth?” Camilla demanded softly.