Chapter 2 - The Memory of HeavenThe young man—Julian—stared at the crest etched into the pearl in absolute disbelief. It was an heirloom belonging exclusively to the lost bloodline of the family’s true heirs.
The little girl looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, her lower lip trembling violently.
"Mom gave it to me before she went to heaven," the child whispered, her voice breaking with raw, innocent grief.
Julian’s heart skipped a beat. He gently cupped the pearl in his palm, looking from the priceless insignia back to the little girl’s sorrowful face. The resemblance in her eyes, the shape of her face—it hit him with the force of a physical blow. He looked deep into her eyes, realization dawning with terrifying clarity.
"She's my sister..." Julian gasped, his eyes widening in shock as the chilling truth settled over him.
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The woman in the red dress sneered from a distance, crossing her arms. "Oh, stop the melodrama! That brat is nothing but a nuisance. Throw her out!"
Julian stood up slowly, his expression hardening from shock into a chilling, protective rage that made the air in the hallway freeze.
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