The truth

Damian leaped from his chair, disbelief washing over his face like a tidal wave, while Roman remained as stoic as a statue, a flicker of anticipation hidden beneath his expressionless facade.

Layla's heart thundered in her chest as she recounted the harrowing truths of her past to her children—the shadows that had haunted her and compelled her down a dark path.

She painted herself as the innocent victim, hoping to elicit their sympathy, but it was clear that her words had struck a different chord within them. For Damian, stunned silence enveloped him like a heavy cloak.

"You mean to say that the butler serving Lloyd's manor is our father, and Lloyd is truly the legitimate heir to the throne?" His voice was a sharp tremor, incredulity etched upon his widening eyes.