ELIAS’s POVThe tension inside the office was already thick. Liam was still leaning back in his chair, his eyes full of worry as we discussed Darius Manchester and the dangerous game that was unfolding around my wife. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words never left my throat.BANG!The heavy, soundproof double doors of my office did not just open, they flew backward until they hit the plaster walls with a deafening crash. The glass panels in the door frame vibrated violently from the force.Liam jumped out of his seat instantly, his posture turning rigid. I stood up from my leather chair slowly, my face tightening as a tall, imposing figure stepped over the threshold.It was my father.He was dressed in a pristine, dark charcoal suit, and his silver hair was combed back perfectly. In his right hand, he held a heavy, black wooden cane and his eyes were burning with a dark, vicious rage. He did not look at Liam. His gaze locked onto me behind the desk, and the anger radiating fr
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