HIS MINI BEAR
He didn’t need to say it—I knew he wanted to ask about Isaac, about what happened back there, about the things I didn’t let myself do.
But instead, he settled for something else.
"You didn’t ask him about the royal family?" His voice was careful. Too careful.
I shook my head once, curt. My fingers twitched against my knee, a slow, deliberate movement.
I needed to calm the fuck down.
Five years ago, the Royal Family was untouchable.
The wealthiest, the most influential, the most feared business tycoons in the world.
They weren’t just partners in crime—they were the architects of an empire that thrived on suffering.
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