The Shadow of the MatriarchThe cold, moss-covered walls of Belmarsh Prison were a stark contrast to the luxury Silas White had once enjoyed. No more bowing servants, no more thousand-dollar Cuban cigars, and certainly no more power to flaunt. Silas sat behind the thick glass of the visiting room, wearing a loose orange uniform, his face looking a decade older in just a matter of days.The heavy door across from him swung open. Liora stepped in wearing a sharp, elegant black silk dress, as if she were attending the funeral of her father’s own reputation. Behind her, Mavric Thorne stood like the angel of death, his gaze never leaving the man behind the glass.Silas lifted the intercom phone with a trembling hand. "Liora... You came.” “I knew you wouldn’t let your father rot in here."Liora sat slowly, setting her expensive handbag on the table. She didn’t even touch the intercom for a moment, simply staring at Silas with an empty yet devastating gaze."I didn’t come here as your
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