DianeHis gaze moves almost imperceptibly towards the closed door, towards the hallway beyond, where Liam might still be standing guard. The threat is crystal clear. My father knows. Maybe he knows everything. Or he guesses enough to use it. It's a fatal poker move.A sob tears from my chest. I turn on my heel, yank open the heavy study door, and flee. My footsteps echo in the dark corridors, hurried, disordered. I pass shadows, servants who step aside with surprised looks. I don't see them. I only see my father's waxen face, and behind him, the grotesque and menacing shadow of Gregor Volkov.I reach my room, slam the door, and collapse against it, my body shaken by violent, silent sobs. Terror floods me, cold and nauseating. Despair, a black abyss, opens beneath my feet.Everything is collapsing. My illusion of control, my dangerous games with Liam, my dreams of discovering a truth… all swept away by this sordid transaction. I am no longer Diane,
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