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Chapter 85: The Weight of Legacy

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last update Last Updated: 2025-04-13 19:47:29

The Levi estate's marble hallways were amber as the sun sank below the mountains. Adam Levi's polished leather shoes softly clicked across the still corridor, a steady reminder of the weight pressing down his chest. Every stride he made towards a future he didn't desire. Glancing at his reflection in the polished glass of a window—a tall, sharp-faced man with jet-black hair and eyes reflecting the cold steel of his life—he His jaw tensed, his face as still as always.

The dinner bell had rung. His father, Levi Harrington, had made it clear that tonight was important. A business arrangement. A legacy to secure. Marriage was no longer a choice, but a contract. And Adam, at thirty-two, had come to understand that the family empire could not be allowed to fall, not after all he had sacrificed.

His father’s words echoed in his mind. *“A son, Adam. You need to secure a son. You know what happens if you don’t. You will lose everything we’ve built.”*

His father had been right, of course. The L
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