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Chapter Ninety-Two The Reckoning
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2025-05-29 17:55:00Elena
There’s a strange silence that follows survival.It’s not peaceful. It’s the breath between storms—the pause before the past claws its way back, whispering you’re not done yet.It had been three months since Victor Thorne disappeared. Three months since Kate’s death, the viral interview, and the chaos that followed. Jason’s empire had begun to crumble—investigations launched, funding frozen, board members distancing themselves like cowards abandoning a sinking ship.I should’ve felt victorious.But all I felt was hollow.The house in Zurich was gone. Noah and I were staying in a quiet lakeside town in southern France now, under a different name. I called myself Claire now. Claire Moreau. The name tasted foreign but safe.Noah was enrolled in a local school, his French improving by the day. He still asked about his father sometimes, but less frequently now. He didn’t cry at night anymore.That was my only measure of progress.I spent my days
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It took me nearly two minutes to realize I was holding my breath.That key. That cursed key—cool, metallic, deceptively innocent. But I knew better.Daniel wasn’t offering a reunion. He was issuing a challenge.A territorial claim wrapped in nostalgia.“You belong here. Not there.”As if the past were a leash I could be dragged back on.As if the life I bled to escape could be polished and worn like a second skin.I tossed the key on the kitchen counter. It clanged loud and sharp, echoing in the quiet.Lucas stood near the door, arms folded, jaw tight.“He’s spiraling,” I said finally.Lucas didn’t reply. He didn’t need to.The photo. The letter. The key. These weren’t just breadcrumbs. They were warnings. And Daniel was circling closer with each one.The next morning, I called my lawyer.“I need to make sure the restraining order is airtight,” I told her. “He’s getting bolder.”She sighed, the kind of weary sigh that tells you
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