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Chapter 53

Author: Eliana Rose
last update publish date: 2026-09-17 13:01:41

Brian took me underground.

Three nights before we were scheduled to leave for the Court, he appeared at my door with an invitation in his hand and something broken in his eyes.

"I need to show you something."

"What?"

"Where the money comes from." He paused. "Where it goes."

I had spent weeks tracing ledgers. Offshore accounts. Shell corporations. The financial infrastructure that kept the Abbot empire functioning. But the numbers had always been abstract—columns and transfers and balances that
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