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The heavy wooden front door of the cheap rented apartment clicked shut.Victoria Morati and Clara stood in the narrow, dim hallway of the third-floor flat, breathing hard. In Victoria’s hand, the thick black paper card with the silver ink letters seemed to burn against her fingers."Did you see that?" Clara whispered, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and wild excitement. "A black luxury sedan! Right here on this dirty street! Someone important is watching us, Victoria.""I know," Victoria said, a slow, dark smile spreading across her painted lips. The bitter taste of the cheap instant coffee she had drunk five minutes ago was completely gone, replaced by the sweet, intoxicating taste of upcoming revenge. "The man in the suit said we have a choice. But we don't even need to think about it. Lucien threw us out. He locked us out of our accounts, treated us like trash, and chose that street girl over his own family and friends. Anyone who wants to destroy Lucien Vance is a friend of mine.

Downstairs in the hallway, Lucien had just stepped out of his study room. His face was like stone. He stood tall and still, blocking the path as Clara walked toward him with her hands clasped together in a pleading gesture."What are you doing here, Clara?" Lucien asked. His voice was deep, cold, and heavy. It sounded like rolling thunder.Clara stopped a few feet away from him. She looked up at her big brother, and right away, tears welled up in her eyes. She put on a very sad, pitiful expression."Big brother," Clara whimpered, her voice shaking. "How could you lock me out? How could you treat your own sister like a stranger? I have been living in a terrible, lonely place for days. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I am your little sister!"Lucien did not move an inch. His dark eyes stared down at her without any warmth."You made your choice, Clara," Lucien said coldly. "You lied to my face. You tried to help Victoria frame my wife. You stole access and broke my trust. I gave you e

Richard let out a long, heavy breath through his nose. "All right, Clara. I will call Lucien tomorrow. I will see what is going on. But you must calm down, go to sleep, and stop getting into fights with your brother. Family is all we have.""Thank you, Grandpa! You are the best! I love you so much!" Clara chirped, her mood changing instantly from crying to happy excitement."Goodnight, Clara," Richard said, and he hung up the phone.Clara pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen with a triumphant smile. She turned to look at Victoria, who was still standing by the window watching her."Did you hear?" Clara whispered happily, sitting up straight on the bed. "Grandfather is going to call him! Grandpa Richard is the head of the Vance family. Even big brother has to listen to Grandfather when he gives an order about family funds!"Victoria didn't smile. She took a slow sip of her water and walked back over to the bed."Your grandfather lives thousands of miles away in E

The morning sun did not merely rise over the grand estate; it seemed to detonate across the manicured lawns, spilling liquid gold over the heavy iron gates, the ancient oak trees, and the pristine stone pathways. It was Saturday—the day of the celebration, the day Lucien Vance had chosen to officially anchor his future into the bedrock of public permanence.Inside the sprawling mansion, the air thrummed with a frantic, orchestrated elegance. A small army of caterers, florists, and estate staff moved with silent precision through the vaulted corridors. Massive arrangements of white roses and cascading orchids arrived by the truckload, their sweet, heavy scent driving out the lingering ghosts of recent domestic discord. Silver trays polished to a blinding mirror-finish were stacked high on mahogany sideboards; crystal champagne flutes caught the morning light, refracting rainbows across the polished walnut floors.Upstairs, in the cavernous master suite, the atmosphere was a stark, insu

"A little of both, my love," Lucien confessed with a low, rumbling chuckle. "I told you, I want everything to be perfect tonight. No disruptions. No shadows. Just you, me, and the people who actually matter."Alessia smiled, her dark eyes shining with absolute trust. "Nothing can ruin tonight, Lucien. Look around us. Everyone is happy. Your friends are here, the estate is beautiful, and our baby is safe. The past is behind us.""Always," Lucien murmured, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her temple.Neither of them knew that parked just fifty yards down the dark, tree-lined avenue outside the estate gates, idling quietly in the deep shadows of the perimeter wall, was a sleek black sedan.Inside the car, the interior lights were completely off.Victoria Morati sat in the passenger seat, tapping a long, manicured fingernail against the leather armrest, her eyes locked on the brilliant, glowing lights of the mansion ahead. Beside her, Clara sat rigid, her breathing shallow,