Anastasia stood in front of the small parlor window, watching the pale morning light spill over the brick rooftops of Chicago.Right now, eight hundred miles away in New York City, Daniel and Sophie were probably together, sipping champagne in executive suites, completely oblivious to the fact that the woman they murdered was drawing breath in a completely different city. Her mother's legacy, the family enterprise she had poured her blood and sweat into, they had stolen it all.It's good that I am here in Chicago, far away from them, she thought, her eyes narrowing into cold slate. Here, I can build my empire from scratch without distraction, until I am strong enough to return."Miss Whitmore?"Marcus's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She had already spoken to him earlier about needing a place of her own, and he stepped into the room with a small key ring."I spoke with my landlord down the block like you asked," Marcus said softly. "He has a small, furnished studio available i
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