The Pierce mansion had always felt cold. Even with the heaters running and the sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the air inside was thin. It was a house built on hollow prestige and my father’s greed. I pulled up to the front gates in one of Alexander King’s black sedans. I wasn't here to make amends. I was here to take what was mine and burn the bridge behind me.I walked through the heavy mahogany doors. The lobby was quiet, except for the clinking of china. In the center of the room, Victoria, my stepmother, was sitting on a velvet sofa. She was pouring tea with the practiced grace of someone who had spent decades pretending to be royalty. My father sat opposite her, his face buried in a newspaper. Penelope sat next to them. Her eyes were red and puffy, but the moment she saw me, her expression shifted. The fake sadness vanished, replaced by a look of sheer triumph."Oh, look who decided to crawl back," Victoria said. she didn't even look up from her teacup. "Scar
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