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52: Falling Empire

Author: DiaryOfDaisy
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Edwards Kale sat in his office, gripping the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white.

The muted hum of the city outside did nothing to drown out the chaos storming inside his head.

His wife was dead. His company was unraveling. And everywhere he turned, Luca Avancii's shadow loomed over him like a damn executioner.

He knew Luca did it.

Grace was a lot of things-jealous, possessive, reckless-but she wasn't stupid. She wouldn't have taken a knife to Luca's secretary without thinking she could walk away unscathed.

But now she was gone. Shot dead in a police cell, with no evidence, no witnesses, and no trail leading back to her killer.

The security cameras had conveniently gone into a system upgrade overnight, and there wasn't a single damn guard with a straight answer.

It was Luca.

But how?

How much power did Luca Avancii actually have?

A knock on the door shattered his thoughts. Edwards clenched his jaw, already knowing who it was before the man stepped inside.

"Mr. K
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