The Shadows We Keep

rse

from Dorina's. Our home lives could not have been mor

owned was a large, expansive mansion that had been handed down through the years. In addition to atte

rents didn't care much about me; they were more concerned with maintaining the family's reput

ughter of billionaire Kreed Montagro. With a yacht, a private aircraft, and an assortment of expensive cars, her father'

prestige, our home life was frequently strict and conventional. The upholdi

living in a museum. However, despite our differences, we had alwa

gings would break us apart and put ourfriendship

connected. Everything felt so empty, even though it was flawless and well-polished. I recalled

tantly remained grounded and was always prepared to list

ore focused on upholding the family's reputation. I sighed with

t. . However, our home life was often rigid a

ce everything was kept up so well."You and him are a wonderful combination, Dior. He has wealth, status, and good looks. I exp

ng. I answered, "Yes, Mother," attempting to seem excited. "The prospect of meeting him excites me. I couldn't shake the feeling that som

ght get sick. Since my mother had told me about the

. I looked like a princess once my hair and makeup were done. But on the inside,

your nerves." I could feel bubbles forming on my tongue as I sipped.I It didn't help, though. Stil

t was it. This was the turning poin

. He smiled at the sight of me, his blue eyes penetrating his chiselled feature

I was screaming inside, though. This was not my pre

nfined when we sat down to dinner. stuck in

to lose my ipatience. Dorina's father, Kreed Montagr

experienced a wave of astonishment and interest. Why had he come here? He walked confidently

nod to the man seated across from me caused my cheeks to flu

ons. "Dior's real father...is me." My world seemed to have been completely upended. Was the

still attempting to process this startling discovery. With a gloo

en he turned and left, leaving me

that may change things," he said in reply."The eyes of my mother narrowed. As she put it, "What kind of news?" Kreed Montagro grinned, his face lighting up with a cunning smile. "It appears that Dior's

lled me to the bone. a terrified expression. a guilty exp