Chapter 91 —Your daughter?

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Roman didn't react immediately. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable, his dark gaze fixed on her with a coldness that would make anyone tremble. But Miranda was not just anyone. She stood up calmly, adjusted her coat with an elegant movement, and gave him one last look, full of venom.

“You have exactly twenty-four hours, Roman.” He continued to watch her, unblinking, unmoving, as if analyzing every microexpression on her face. “Either you let me into Sasha's life as Juliet, her mom's friend... or everything will come out.” She paused, making sure her words sank in. “Your marriage to that nanny will be annulled in the blink of an eye. Legally, you're still married to me, and that makes Aylin your concubine, your mistress, the other woman.” Roman clenched his jaw tightly. Miranda smiled. “Sure, you'll fix that in a matter of hours. There's no problem that the great Roman Adler can't solve.” But sweet Aylin...“ She tilted her head with feig