Naomi's POV

"I want to stay with him."

Those six words were like 6 different stones being thrown at me, the pain isn't imaginable and words can describe the hurt I'm feeling.

This was not from the Miranda I knew, the little girl whose laugh had filled my kitchen, whose drawings covered my fridge.

But from her identical twin that was created from the same embryo, raised in the shadows, and brainwashed by a man who saw children as experiments.

Victor smiled like he'd already won. "See? ...