ZANE’S POV I stepped into the family estate the next morning and felt the air change. The house smelled like coffee, old money, and tension thick enough to choke on. My father stood at the head of the long dining table with papers spread out in front of him. Mother sat to his right looking calm and composed in her usual silk blouse. Victoria was already there with her arms crossed and her face set like stone. Sophia Lang waited on the far side wearing a cream gown, with diamonds, and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I stayed in the doorway a second too long. My father looked up first. “You’re late.” “There was traffic.” I walked in and took the empty chair at the opposite end. No one offered coffee. No one smiled. Father pushed a folder toward me. “Sign.” I opened it slowly. It was an engagement agreement, more like a merger term. Sophia’s name was beside mine in crisp black ink.I looked up. “This is bullshit.” “Watch your language,” Mother said quietly. Father leaned for
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