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CHAPTER 82.

Author: Succy
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-27 20:27:39

Leon’s POV.

The wrought-iron gates of my mother’s mansion were closed against the storm, but I knew the code. 1-9-8-5. My birth year. The only thing she ever claimed to love.

I punched it into the keypad, and the gates swung open with a rusty groan. I drove my rental car up the long, winding driveway. The house loomed ahead—a massive Georgian estate that I had always associated with safety, warmth, and unshakeable superiority.

Now, stripped of its staff and shrouded in darkness, it looked like a tomb.

I parked haphazardly on the gravel and ran to the front door, the rain soaking my cheap suit instantly. I didn't knock. I used my key—the brass one I had kept on my ring since I was sixteen.

"Mother!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the grand foyer. The crystal chandelier above was dark. The air smelled stale, like old wax and secrets.

"Leon?" Her voice came from the drawing room, calm and imperious. "What on earth are you doing bursting in here like a hooligan? And look at you... you loo
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