Chapter 145 Digging Up The Past

• Ellerei never knew why her father sold her.
• Not really. Not the truth that clawed beneath the surface. She'd spent years assuming it was power, money, leverage. Maybe she was simply inconvenient. Easy to cast off in exchange for something more useful. Disposable.
• But now, sitting on the velvet arm of the couch in the safehouse living room, with the tension rising in the air like a coming storm, she couldn’t shake the feeling there had always been more to it. Something darker. Something worse.