The conference room was a cathedral of glass and steel, sunlight filtering through the high windows, bouncing off polished tables that seemed designed to intimidate. Celine had grown up in this room—board meetings, shareholder briefings, family arguments disguised as business discussions. She had learned early how to turn her face into neutrality and answer questions without revealing anything she honestly thought.But she wasn’t a silent heir or a dutiful daughter this morning. She was a problem.“Explain yourself,” her father’s voice boomed, the edge of command so sharp it cut the air. His tailored suit, his silver cufflinks, the way he leaned forward with disappointment carved into every line of his face—Celine felt it like a hand pressing her down.Across the table, her older brother Mateo smirked, as if enjoying the spectacle. He didn’t have to say a word. His presence was enough, the favored son, the golden heir, sitting comfortably while she burned.“I thought I was clear,” Cel
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