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Chapter 30: Of All People

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Arthur Monteclara was forty-five years old, a man whose hands carried the marks of years of work and whose eyes carried the quiet wisdom of someone who had seen life’s storms up close. He was the father of Rhian—and, for most of her life, he had been her everything.

When Rhian was only five, tragedy struck. Her mother passed away unexpectedly, leaving Arthur with a little girl who had lost not only her mother but also her sense of security. From that day forward, Arthur didn’t just play the role of father—he became both father and mother, protector and nurturer, provider and confidant.

It wasn’t an easy balance, especially while running Monteclara Group, the family’s well-established company. Arthur had inherited the business from his father, a sprawling enterprise that dealt in luxury imports, high-end retail, and select real estate holdings. The work was demanding, requiring long hours, meticulous attention, and the kind of decisiveness that could make or break livelihoods.

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