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Chapter 10

作者: Aysha Haven
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-18 22:09:30
Zayn’s POV

I went straight to my father's private study. The door stood open, an invitation or a trap. With Marcus, they were often the same.

He sat behind his mahogany desk, diminished since breakfast but no less dangerous. The tremor in his hands was worse now, visible even from across the room as he reached for a crystal tumbler of scotch.

"I know what you're doing," Marcus said without looking up from the papers in front of him. "Using that girl to make a point. You think it's a smart move?"

I closed the door behind me with deliberate care and the sound echoed in the silence. "And what point would that be?"

"That you're nothing like Enzo. That you don't need my approval or my empire." He finally met my eyes and I saw something unexpected there, a flicker of recognition, maybe even respect. "That you've already won."

The accuracy of it caught me off guard. I had underestimated how much my father still saw, even as age and illness stripped him down. I had always known he was sharp, b
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