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CHRISTIANThe scent of espresso lingered faintly in the air, but the bitterness on my tongue had nothing to do with coffee. It was barely past noon when Edward strolled into Hilton Tech like he still owned it. Technically, he owned it like five percent. But today, I wasn’t in the mood to play heir and dutiful son.My father wore power like cologne—woodsy, aged, and suffocating. The faint scent of cigars clung to his tailored jacket as he stepped into my office, uninvited as always.“Christian, Amanda said you were free,” he said casually, like he was asking about the weather. Like he hadn’t dropped a bomb on my life just nights ago.“I was,” I replied, not looking up from my laptop. “Emphasis on was, you don’t have a meeting scheduled.”“I didn’t come for business.”“Then you shouldn’t have come here at all.”“You haven’t returned my calls,” he said, as if that was surprising.“Didn’t think we had anything to talk about.”“We do,” Edward said, stepping further in. “About Alex. You wer

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PENELOPEHe left again.Not a word. Not even a goodbye. Just… vanished—like a magician with a grudge and a private jet.By the time I got to the bakery, the sun had barely set across the pavement and Maya was already inside, blasting music and loading trays into the oven like her life depended on it. The girl had too much energy for that hour of the morning. I envied it. Somewhere along the line, my own spark had dulled a little. Or maybe it was just buried under layers of emotional debris and a husband who disappeared like mist.“You’re early,” I had greeted Maya with a tired smile.“Couldn’t sleep,” Maya chirped. “So I figured I’d rise with the dough.”I gave a half-laugh, tucking a stray curl behind my ear as I washed my hands and slipped into my apron. I stared at the oven timer blinking back at me like it was judging my life choices. Four minutes left on the cranberry scones and still no sign of a message from Christian. Not that I was staring at my phone like a lunatic waiting

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CHRISTIANThe warehouse smelled like blood and cheap cigars. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, buzzing faintly above the sounds of fists meeting flesh. Somewhere behind me, a man was crying. Or gagging. Or both. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t bother looking.Liam stood to my right, watching like this was cable entertainment. Ryuji leaned against a steel pole, his arms folded, looking like a man enjoying his own twisted opera.His son — the second one, not the dead one — was crouched near the guy they were working on. Young. Brash. What was his name again? Renji.Still had too much to prove. The man on the floor writhed as someone poured salt into his wounds — literally, not metaphorically. Japanese discipline.I kept my distance. I never got my hands dirty. That’s what Liam was for.My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw her name on the screen: Penelope.Just a message. No call. I stared at it. Thought about opening it. About reading whatever it was she had to say. Bu

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