"Heirs to great fortunes are often heirs to hidden enemies." Sheets of rain slammed against the glass windows of "Valmont & Co. Book Café, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and crimson. Outside, luxury sedans crawled through flooded streets while distant sirens echoed between towering skyscrapers. The rain had always sounded different in Blackridge City. It neither gentle nor comforting. It came down like a form of punishment. To most people, it was just another stormy Friday night. To Seraphine Valmont, it was another reminder that storms always found their way home. She glanced at the antique clock hanging above the café counter. 9:47 p.m. Only thirteen minutes until closing. With practiced hands, she stacked porcelain cups onto the shelf before wiping the espresso machine clean. The warm scent of coffee and old books lingered in the air—a comforting contrast to the cold city beyond the windows. Then.... A middle-aged couple approached the counter, g
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