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Chapter 1

My biological sister, Anya, slowly lowered the cold towel in her hand.Water dripped onto the marble floor.She looked down. Anywhere but at Liam.Mom just stood there, opening and closing her mouth.Then she rushed after me."Dinner's not ready yet. Why don't you go relax in your room?"Her voice had softened.Gary caught the look on her face and led me upstairs.The room at the end of the hall faced north. Thin curtains. Empty closet. No sheets on the mattress.A water stain stretched from a crack in the ceiling to the baseboard.On the way up, a maid passed with a tea tray. Gary lowered his voice."Liam said this room was quiet. Thought it'd be perfect for you."I opened my canvas duffel.Two T-shirts. One pair of jeans. One pair of canvas sneakers.At the bottom sat a voice recorder.Dad had slipped it in."City people can be sneaky. Stay sharp."At dinner, the whole family sat around the table.Jonah took the head, with Diana beside him. Anya sat next to Liam. I

Chapter 2

The next morning, Liam poured me a glass of milk. He looked like he was working up to something."Troy, could you stop training in the house?" He hesitated, all fake concern. "The staff are nervous. They're scared you'll lose control and hurt someone.""I was practicing my stance. I didn't make a sound.""I know, but boxing's dangerous.""Which staff member said that?"He froze."Bring them here. I'll ask." I took a sip of milk. "I believe you. I just want to know who said it.""I... don't know exactly. Someone mentioned it."I set down my glass. "No one said anything. You made it up."His lashes flickered."You want everyone here thinking boxers are violent. So maybe I really did leave that handprint on your face. That what you're getting at?""I wasn't—""You might as well ask, 'Troy, are you gonna hit me someday?'"He went quiet."I won't." I stood. "But keep lying like this, and I can't make any promises."Anya froze with her teacup halfway to her mouth.For once, s

Chapter 3

Jonah's fiftieth birthday party filled the Gautier estate's main hall.I left the new suit pants in the closet.Instead, I pulled a white shirt and my old dress pants from the canvas duffel, then headed downstairs.The place was packed.Liam stood beside Jonah in a custom navy suit, greeting guests like he owned the room. A few polished lines had several socialites laughing.The second he saw me on the stairs, he came over with a glass of champagne.His eyes dragged over me."Troy, didn't the family have a suit made for you?" He spoke just loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Why are you wearing that?"Not used to nice clothes? Or just don't know how to wear them?"Two women nearby traded a look.Anya pushed through the crowd.Her eyes dropped to my old shirt, and her face tightened."Where's your new suit? The maid said it was delivered.""It didn't fit.""Didn't fit? It was custom-made." She stared at me. "Do you even know what today is? It's Dad's fiftieth birthda

Chapter 4

Liam's voice filled the room. "He just grew up in a small town. He's not used to people like us. Don't take it personally."Rory cut in. "He's upset? What's he got to be upset about?"Then came the kitchen recording from that night."On the day of the banquet, put it under his pillow. Once they find it, don't say anything. Just keep your head down..."Do this, and you'll get enough to cover your son's tuition for two years..."The hall went silent.Even quieter than when they'd found the watch.Rory froze, all the color draining from her face.The voice in the first recording was hers.Liam went ghost-white.Diana gripped the armrest, her knuckles pale. She didn't look at Liam.Her eyes stayed on the antique watch lying facedown on the coffee table.Jonah wasn't looking at the watch.He was looking at me.His throat worked.Anya quietly stepped back, putting space between herself and Liam.I clicked off the recorder. "You said I stole the watch, but you had someone plan

Chapter 5

I walked out of the banquet hall.Behind me, the silence sank like a rock.I skipped dinner that night.Three knocks hit my door.Jonah stood in the hallway, his suit jacket over one arm. A deep wrinkle cut across the back of his shirt."Troy." His voice came out rough. "Can we talk?""No need to apologize. Where I'm from, actions mean more than words."***The next morning, Jonah did something he'd never done before.He started to serve me, hesitated, then quietly set food on my plate.Anya sat down.Not next to Liam.Next to me.She scooted her chair back just a little, leaving a bit of space.But she sat beside me.Liam kept his head down through the entire meal.He never looked up.Diana spoke carefully. "Troy... that Dean from the banquet... how many people does your adoptive father know?"I took another bite. "Never counted."She didn't ask again.That afternoon, my phone lit up.A friend request.Zoe Zane.[Jaxon's daughter.]After I accepted, she message

Chapter 6

I got back from Zoe's gym around ten that night.A narrow alley led to the Gautier estate.The streetlight had been dead for weeks.As I reached the entrance, I stopped.Three men.Balanced stance.Steady breathing.They were trained.Not random thugs.One blocked the entrance while the other two stepped out of the shadows.No one spoke.They weren't here to scare me.They were here to put me down.The first guy rushed in with a punch.I slipped outside it, knocked his arm aside, and drove an elbow into his chest.He grunted and stumbled back.The second came from my left.Something flashed in his hand.A knife.I leaned back just enough. The blade sliced past my sleeve.I grabbed his wrist and twisted.The knife clattered to the ground.Then I buried a left hook in his ribs.He folded and dropped to his knees.The third guy was behind me.I spun, but he was already there.Something cold sliced across my arm.Not a knife.A razor blade held between his finge

Chapter 7

The Gautier estate stayed quiet for the next week.One day, Jonah knocked on my door.He was carrying a small bag.Inside was the ointment the hospital had prescribed."Mr. Winston said your arm needed stitches. This is supposed to help with the scar."I took the bag and set it on the nightstand."Thanks."He stayed in the doorway.His eyes wandered around my room.It was still the north-facing one.Gary had offered to move me.I turned him down."You're really staying in this room?""I'm used to it."He was quiet for a while."Troy... I know I can't fix everything with a few gifts or a better room. But if you need anything—""I don't need you to make it up to me."I paused."You lost eighteen years with me."You can't make that up."He didn't argue.His hand rested on the doorframe as he stood there for a long moment.Then he walked away.After he left, my phone lit up.Dean.[The three men confessed. Jonah has formally disowned Liam. He didn't press charges.

Chapter 8

The day I left for the branch office, my suitcase held exactly what I'd arrived with.Nothing more.I opened the closet.Diana had filled it with new clothes.The tags were still on.I kept one outfit.Folded the rest.Left them on the bed with a note on top.[Thank you. I can't take all this with me.]Jonah waited downstairs, his suit jacket neatly buttoned."If anything happens at the branch, make a call. Not to me. Call Dean Winston. He has an office there."Diana kept stuffing things into my suitcase.Snacks.A bottle of hot sauce from her hometown.And an envelope with a bank card and a letter inside."You didn't read the last letter I gave you. This one's different. Take it. Whether you read it is up to you."I accepted it.The envelope was heavier than I expected.Anya leaned against the doorframe and slipped me a note."You're my brother. Here's my private number. Call me if anything comes up."I folded it and tucked it into the inner pocket of my canvas bag

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