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ELIAS’s POV I stood by the floor to ceiling glass in my office on the thirtieth floor, looking out over the morning skyline of the capital city. The sun was barely up, filtering through a thick haze of grey clouds, but my phone had been vibrating on the dark walnut desk behind me every thirty seconds for the past hour.I didn't need to pick it up to know what the notifications said.Liam had called me at five in the morning, his voice tense and clipped. By six, the major financial outlets and tabloid columns had picked up the story.The headlines were everywhere:MRS. THEA VANE FLEES THE CAPITAL: MARRIAGE IN CRUMBLS?SECRET DEPARTURE: THEA VANE AND DARIUS MANCHESTER SPOTTED LEAVING ON SAME MORNING.IS THE VANE-STERLING ALLIANCE OVER? STOCKS TUMBLE AS HEIR’S WIFE VANISHES.It was a cheap, fabricated story, put together by paparazzi who had pieced together two unrelated airport logs. Darius Manchester had boarded a commercial flight to London at seven in the morning. Thea had taken my

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In the spacious, sunlit morning room, white marble floors and tall glass doors opened out toward the manicured rear garden. A silver tea set sat largely untouched on the low glass table.Beatrice Vane paced back and forth across the Persian rug, her expensive silk gown rustling with every sharp step. Her face was tight with frustration as she stared at her husband, George Vane, who sat calmly in a leather armchair reading the morning financial papers."Are you really going to sit there and read the news like nothing is happening?" Beatrice demanded, stopping in front of him and folding her arms across her chest. "Look at what is being printed about our family! Thea has packed her bags and run off. The entire city is laughing at us!"George didn't immediately lower his newspaper. He took a slow sip from his porcelain coffee cup before turning a page."The newspapers write whatever sells copies, Beatrice," George said in his deep, measured voice. "Elias called me an hour ago. The situat

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THEA’s POV The soft crackle of burning pine wood filled Gloria’s living room, throwing gentle orange light across the stone floor. I sat on the edge of the woven rug near the fireplace, resting on my knees. The dark box sat on the low wooden table directly in front of me. Its surface was cool to the touch, smooth from decades of care, with wild sea roses carved into the lid.Gloria sat back in her armchair, her hands folded over her lap, watching me with eyes full of patient tenderness. My hands trembled slightly as I reached out and lifted the lid. The small wooden hinges gave a tiny, quiet creak as they swung open.A faint scent drifted out into the room; the lingering smell of dried lavender, aged paper, and something soft and clean that reminded me of the ocean air outside.The box was not filled with gold or expensive jewels. It held three simple items, placed carefully inside on a piece of faded velvet cloth.I reached in with unsteady fingers and picked up the first item.

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THEA’s POV The morning breeze off the northern coast carried the faint, salty tang of the sea as I stood on the porch of Gloria’s small wooden cottage. The rain had finally cleared, leaving the sky a pale, pristine blue. I held the dark mahogany box tightly under one arm, its polished surface cool against my coat. Gloria stood in front of me, her worn woolen cardigan wrapped tight around her shoulders. Her aged eyes were soft, filled with a deep, quiet warmth that made my heart feel full. "You have everything you need now, child," Gloria said, her voice steady and gentle. "You don't ever have to look back at this town wondering who you are." I stepped forward and pulled the old midwife into a tight, meaningful embrace. "I can never thank you enough, Gloria. You guarded my mother's truth for twenty six years. You gave me back my life." Gloria patted my back gently before pulling away, resting her hands on my shoulders. "Your mother loved you more than her own life, Thea. Go show

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Elias walked beside me through the heavy security gates, his presence steady and imposing. The prison guards recognized him immediately, showing us straight through the visitor check-in without asking unnecessary questions. When we reached the private visitation wing, Elias stopped outside the thick iron door leading to the glass partition booths. "I'll be right here," Elias said gently, resting a warm hand on my shoulder. "Take all the time you need." "Thank you, Elias," I said softly. I pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside. The visitation room was cold, quiet, and smelled faintly of floor bleach. A thick, bulletproof glass partition divided the room into two halves, with a small metal speaker grate built into the center and a narrow slot at the bottom for official papers. I sat down calmly on the metal stool on my side of the glass. A minute later, the heavy steel door on the opposite side creaked open. Two armed prison guards escorted a man into the room. It took m

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