CLARA'S POV The unedited data screens continued to flash their green, unforgiving text behind me, casting a sickly glow across the cold concrete walls of the vault. I stood entirely paralyzed, my hand still resting on the master terminal console. My worldview had shattered into jagged, unyielding fragments. The man I had labeled a monstrous captor was a shield; the father I had spent three years trying to save was the architect of my ruin. Ares did not move from the doorway. He stood tall, his massive frame filling the narrow entry of the archive room. His eyes were not angry. They held a deep, unshakeable finality that told me he had been waiting for this exact moment since the day I first stepped into his building. "You knew," I whispered. The words felt like broken glass in my throat. I couldn't look away from his face, searching for a single lie in his stony features. "You knew everything. You knew my father bled the company dry. You knew he used me as a human shield agains
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