Lucian POV “I did you a favour, Lucian. A huge favour!” I stared at my grandfather like I had never truly seen him before. For years, I had mistaken control for care. I had convinced myself that his coldness was discipline, that his cruelty was wisdom, that every decision he forced on me was for the good of the family, the company, the legacy but standing there now, hearing him speak about Sienna like she was some inconvenience to be removed, something disposable, I realized something terrifying. He had never cared about me. He cared about ownership, about power, about bloodlines and signatures and family names carved into buildings. “You met with her?” I repeated slowly, my voice low and dangerous. “You cornered my wife while I was too blind to see what was happening, and you call that a favor?” His expression remained calm, almost irritated by my reaction. “Yes,” he said firmly. “Because someone had to protect what you were too weak to protect yourself from.” I laughed then,
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