VALEMONT MANORThe iron gates of Valemont Manor stood open, decorated not with the usual intimidating family crests that warned intruders away, but with a cluster of bright blue and silver balloons bobbing in the gentle afternoon breeze.Lucian Rothschild sat in his car at the end of the driveway, the engine idling. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.He had faced hostile boardrooms, angry shareholders, and his brother’s terrifying, cold-blooded wrath. He had lied to the face of a man who murdered for sport. But staring at those cheerful balloons, he felt a paralyzing fear he had never known before.On the passenger seat lay a gift wrapped in navy blue paper with silver stars."Just a party," he whispered to himself, his voice sounding hollow in the quiet car. "Just cake."He took a deep breath, checked his reflection in the rearview mirror—he looked tired, the lines around his eyes deeper than they should be at his age—and opened the car door.The
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