The cave’s low ceiling dripped with condensation, and the single, poorly hung bulb cast everything in harsh relief—Lucien’s once impeccable suit now torn, his blood speckled against the damp stone.A rough bench on which he was strapped hissed as he shifted, struggling against snapped leather cuffs that cut into his wrists.He tried to smile—an attempt at defiance—but pain bloomed across his ribs like ink.Gabe Vale Sr. paced before him, jaw tight, eyes cold and burning with accusation. “Transfer everything. Assets. Holdings. Investments. All of it.” His voice echoed, precise, devoid of mercy.Lucien forced air into his lungs. His cheek was swollen, his vision dancing. “Never,” he whispered, voice gravel and ice. “I die before I—”He never finished. A sharp backhand knocked his head sideways, and the world turned blue, red, and pain. Vale Sr.’s dark silhouette paused, studying his rival.“You love holding out, don’t you?” Vale Sr.’s words were low, a promise. He lifted the makeshift c
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