Elena’s POVThe word hung in the chilled air of the penthouse like a butcher’s blade suspended by a thread.Bastard.The whisper of my daughter’s faint, fragile breathing behind the mahogany door seemed to instantly vanish, drowned out by the thunderous roaring in my ears. Five years of starving so Jade could eat fresh fruit. Five years of sleeping light with a serrated knife tucked under a thin mattress, flinching at every passing pair of headlights, scrubbing blood and soot off concrete floors just to buy her a winter coat. And this porcelain serpent dared to brand my daughter a bartered trinket.My hands clenched into tight fists, fingernails cutting crescent moons deep into the palms of my hands until the sting grounded me.Laura lingered just past Dante’s shoulder, basking in the venom she had spat. Her lips remained curved in that glossy, razor-thin smirk, perfectly painted crimson against bone-white skin, daring me to shatter beneath the weight of her pedigree. She expected a c
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