Aliya’s POV

I froze, eyes wide, unable to utter another word as I stared at the man I called father—the man who had completely changed, almost as if he died and was reincarnated. And now he stood here, telling me I should release my sister?

“You meant my ex-friend, right?” I asked, trying to convince myself I hadn’t heard him properly.

“No, Aliya. Your sister—my daughter. Camille is a Van Alen. She shouldn’t be in that place for criminals,” he insisted, his face stern like he hadn’t just blurted out a shocking statement.

“Well, then, I guess Beyoncé is my cousin, right?” I laughed, but his expression remained the same....