Chapter 93

Chapter 93:

“I will make sure of that,” I said with a smile.

Amira’s POV

I left the mansion early in the morning to finish work quickly and conduct the research I needed. I couldn’t afford any distractions, and right now, Christian was exactly that.

As soon as he found out I had somewhere to go, he would be on my neck, questioning everything. Considering how fast I needed to move, he didn’t need to know anything for now.

Luna Vivienne and Sheela must have countless questions racing through their minds, but they needed to understand one thing—I was always a step ahead. They must be wondering how I uncovered the secrets they thought had been buried forever. But now they knew better. They wouldn’t dare try anything reckless now that they realized the truth.

“Ma’am, we can handle the research for you. There’s no need for you to go through all this trouble alone,” said the man I had appointed as leader of the Predators Pack, his expression filled with concern.

“You don’t have to worry about this. This is something I need to do myself. Just focus on keeping the people safe—I’ll be fine on my own,” I said, offering a small smile.

“Well, if you say so. But please, stay safe. And since you insist on going alone, I’ll have one of my men guard you. That way, I can have some peace of mind,” he said firmly.

“I don’t think that will be necessary. I’ll only be doing my research after work, and—”

“And that means working late at night, much later than usual. You need a guard,” he interrupted.

“Well, if you insist,” I said, walking toward my car. Just as he promised, he assigned one of his men to follow me.

I was glad I had come here in the first place—it had never been a mistake.

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Driving through the places where I had grown up brought back painful memories. But despite everything, I was stronger now than I had been in the past. Still, there were some wounds that time could never erase.

I had been mistreated, even in the orphanage. Labeled a cursed child from a young age, though no one ever told me why. I had lost two mates, all because of this name, I was used, manipulated—just because I wanted to be accepted. But here I am now.

I have everything I ever wanted, yet I still need to know why I was called a cursed child. I need to know who my parents were. This place holds the answers, and I will find the truth here.

“You grew up here?” the guard asked, looking around cautiously.

“Yes, I did,” I said, stepping fully into the orphanage.

Nothing had changed much, except that the place looked even worse than before. The conditions had deteriorated, and the entire home was in shambles.

It was heartbreaking to see such a fall from grace. Years ago, this was one of the most reputable orphanages, standing above the rest. They had been so selective, choosing only certain children to take in.

“Is that you, Amira?” I heard, making me turn to see an old woman.

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