Elara barely slept.She lay awake in the enormous bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the article over and over.Criminal blood.The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.Just like her father.By the time the morning light shined through the windows, she felt empty.She heard Sebastian moving around the penthouse, the coffee maker, his office door opening and closing, the low murmur of his voice on a phone call.Handling it. I guess.That's what he did. He handled things. Fixed problems. Made messes disappear.But this mess was her.And she couldn't be fixed.Elara dragged herself out of bed and pulled on her clothes reluctantly. When she emerged from her room, Sebastian was in the kitchen, already dressed in a suit, his phone pressed to his ear.“I don't care what they're saying,” he said into the phone, his voice hard. “Issue the statement exactly as I wrote it. Don't make any changes.He saw Elara and his expression softened slightly.“I have to go,” he said into the pho
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