The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 4

Beneath my mom’s tight–lipped secrecy, I’d never imagined a figure like my father would ever step into my

life.

Even less did I know that the Voss family held a position of unshakable power in the downtown business

district of Havenridge City.

Before he laid eyes on me, my father had no idea my mom had secretly given birth to me in the distant town

of Willowbrook, keeping me hidden from him all those years.

Fate worked in mysterious ways.

The Voss family had been watching the news by chance, and there I was–reporting diligently from the

Middle Eastern conflict zones.

They were utterly stunned.

I looked almost identical to my aunt, Catherine Voss in her youth.

When my father learned my last name was Voss, a strange feeling welled up in his chest.

Back then, my mom had been in her prime, beautiful and intelligent, and had gotten into Havenswood

University.

My father had dated her–a relationship that crossed a deep class divide.

The Voss family valued blood ties above all else.

On top of that, the conflict zones were chaotic and deadly, with danger around every corner.

When my father heard I’d had my leg blown off saving a little girl and was fighting for my life, he didn’t

hesitate.

He contacted the embassy immediately and arranged for a military plane to rescue me.

Later, everything fell into place.

The DNA paternity test results came back the same day–without a doubt, I was his daughter.

I never told my mom about finding my father.

She could never handle that truth.

When I was a kid and foolishly asked where my dad was, I got a sharp slap across the face every time, along

with being locked away and denied food as punishment.

Once, my mom was drunk.

She grabbed my wrist, her eyes were fierce enough to kill:

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“How could I have been so blind to give birth to something like you?”

“I’d rather gouge these eyes out than have to look at you.”

Those words were a curse that lingered for years.

I slowly learned to keep my head down, never daring to utter the word “father” again.

It wasn’t until I met my dad that I realized all my suffering finally made sense.

I looked far too much like the Voss family–especially my eyes.

My leg injury was severe.

My father pulled every string to find Dr. Harrison Smith.

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