**Third Person POV**The Langston estate had quieted down in recent weeks, its halls no longer echoing with the tension of crisis and whispered strategy meetings. With Monica finally behind bars and the tech empire stable once again, the family could breathe — for the first time in a long time. But even in the stillness, something stirred beneath the surface. Something gentler. More complicated.Oliver Langston leaned against the marble island in the family’s secondary kitchen — the cozier one, tucked away from the grandeur of the main space. A slice of lemon cake dangled between his fingers, and crumbs dusted the front of his faded jeans. His hair was a little too wild, his shirt a little too wrinkled, and his grin — as usual — far too smug.Across from him, Diana Monroe sat with perfect posture, her silk blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, not a hair out of place. She stirred her tea quietly, eyes fixed on the amber swirls dancing in her cup.“You know,” Oliver began, “I’ve noticed y
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