[Note: Good news! I'll be mass releasing the rest of the chapters in one go in a couple of days...Look forward to it!]
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Finally, Ivanova leaned in, her tone deceptively calm.
"Well, ladies, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you both to step aside. Kafka is mine, I mean, my daughter's. Naturally."
Wisteria immediately stiffened.
"Step aside? Oh, no, no, no. You're adorable, Ivanova, but I can't let that happen. Kafka is destined for my daughter. I can already see them ruling together, beautiful, radiant, unmatched."
Amora slammed her hand down on the table.
"And what about my daughter? You're both delusional if you think I'm just going to stand here and let you take him! He belongs..."
"...to me!" all three said at once.
They froze, glaring at each other like predators in divine form.
Ivanova huffed, folding her arms.
