Chapter 1
D
His Doll
Dflipped through the album of photos on his coffee table.
Pictures of Yara.
Taken over the last few decades—from school, those pulled from social media, by various magazines, those taken from afar. They told the story of his doll.
But as the years progressed, the story changed; it shifted. She was nearly unrecognizable. Her vacant features turning lighter. Her blue eyes brightening. Her soul shining through.
It disgusted him. His anger fueled his scheming.
How dare she? After what she did to me? After what she made me do to her mother?
I can’t wait any longer. It’s time. She has to return to me.
D stood abruptly, knocking the album to the ground, his attention snapping to the blonde woman on the ground next to him.
“Girl! Clean this up!”
“Yes, Father,” she murmured, her shackles clacking as she shuffled forward.
D wanted to unleash his anger on the woman, but he restrained himself.
His intent rolled through him.
He would be reuniting with his daughter…with Yara…very soon.