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CHAPTER 12

Author: SoleReign
last update publish date: 2026-04-23 23:14:49

ELARA POV

Monday morning felt different. Usually, I woke up to the quiet hum of the penthouse and the looming shadow of Alaric’s expectations. But today, I had a destination that wasn't dictated by him. I dressed carefully in a navy blue dress and a blazer, checking my reflection one last time. I looked like someone who had a purpose.

When I stepped into the kitchen, Alaric was already there, leaning against the island with a cup of coffee. He didn't have his usual tablet or newspapers. He wa
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    ELARA POV The morning after Alaric’s revelation about Julian felt like walking through a minefield. I sat in the dining area, staring at a piece of toast I couldn’t bring myself to eat. The documents Alaric had mentioned—the supposed proof of Julian’s betrayal—were all I could think about. Alaric entered the room, already wearing his suit jacket, though his tie was draped loosely around his neck. He looked at my untouched plate and then at me. "You’re not eating," he noted, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I’m thinking about what you said," I replied, looking up. "If Julian really leaked that information, why haven't you shown the press? Why hasn't he been sued?" Alaric sat across from me, the steam from his coffee rising between us. "Because in the world of high finance, proving intent is nearly impossible. He didn't send a press release from his official email, Elara. He used middle-men. It takes months to trace that kind of paper trail. If I move too early, he’ll just sl

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    ELARA POV Monday morning felt different. Usually, I woke up to the quiet hum of the penthouse and the looming shadow of Alaric’s expectations. But today, I had a destination that wasn't dictated by him. I dressed carefully in a navy blue dress and a blazer, checking my reflection one last time. I looked like someone who had a purpose. When I stepped into the kitchen, Alaric was already there, leaning against the island with a cup of coffee. He didn't have his usual tablet or newspapers. He was just watching the door. "The driver is waiting," he said. His voice was flat, devoid of the heat from our argument two days ago. "I’m taking the subway," I replied, grabbing my bag. "If I’m paying rent and working for a paycheck, I’m not using your private car to get there." Alaric set his coffee down. "It’s raining, Elara. Don't be difficult for the sake of being difficult." "It’s called being independent. You should be happy. It’s one less thing for you to manage." I walked toward the f

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