Chapter 341 For weeks now I had been watching her like a shadow, documenting every movement, every visitor, every secret conversation she thought was hidden behind the walls of my father’s mansion. Easily distracted. The video ended again. Silence returned to the study. I sat there for a long moment, staring at the blank screen, the glow slowly dimming as the phone slipped toward sleep mode. Something about tonight felt different. Heavier. My head began to throb faintly, a dull pressure forming behind my eyes. I rubbed my temples slowly. Too many hours staring at screens. Too little sleep. Too much thinking. That was all. I reached for the phone again and replayed the video. Beatrice smiled on the screen. “Surviving,” she said. “Yes.” “But not winning.” The words echoed inside my skull. Winning. My chest tightened slightly. Then the room tilted. Just slightly. A small, disorienting shift in the balance of the world. I blinked. The screen blurred for a second.
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