Elena’s POVThe harsh, fluorescent glare of the old television screen washed the dimly lit living room in an eerie, pulsing blue light, freezing us all in place as Marcus’s face stared back from the national broadcast. The anchors were still talking, spitting out fabricated headlines about corporate extortion and human collateral, but their words dissolved into a muffled hum against the rushing roar of blood in my ears.Marcus—arrested. Dragged through the mud, publicly humiliated, and crucified for a crime he never committed—all because of the cascading fallout of my mother's deception and my sudden, violent abduction."What have you done, Elena?" Jake asked.His voice cut sharply through the heavy silence of the room, pulling my gaze away from the flickering screen and back toward the man who had just claimed to be my father. There was no warmth in his tone now, no paternal gentleness or sorrow. Just a cold, calculating edge that matched the very woman sitting rigidly across from hi
Last Updated : 2026-11-02
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