Ava’s POV

My knees which were drawn to my chest trembled slightly, as I tried to process what I’d just heard. My uncle’s words felt like daggers slicing through the fragile image I had of my past.

"I’ve always tried to cut my father some slack, but he chose to fail me over and over again. What kind of monster has he become? He killed my mother, and now he wants to kill me too—for the same reason?"

“So you mean to say that my father would join hands with my biggest enemy for some shares?” I asked, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief.

I am his daughter for...