Cheaper Twenty-one The silence in the penthouse was thick with everything unspoken. Alex stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the room, hands clenched into fists at his sides. Rain tapped the glass like ticking seconds, each drop echoing the weight of what he had just discovered. The city sprawled before him, cold, wet, and indifferent. It didn’t care about the betrayal clawing at his chest. Behind him, the door clicked shut. Dominic’s heavy steps crossed the room. “You read the file,” Dominic said. Alex didn’t turn. “I read enough.” The folder had confirmed his worst fear. Sophia wasn’t who she claimed to be. She had ties—deep, historical ties—to the very people who’d been trying to dismantle his empire from the inside out. The photograph clipped to the last page wouldn’t leave his mind: Sophia, years ago, standing beside Arturo De Luca. Her hand rested lightly on the man’s arm. Smiling. “How long have you known?” Alex asked quietly. Dominic hesitated. “A while.
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