My Father's Rival Is My Lover
The silence in the study was not peaceful, it was the kind that came before war.
Roman stood with clenched fists, his jaw tight as Petra projected the decrypted files from Lucien’s hidden server onto the wall. Alma sat cradling Ezra, who was asleep against her chest, blissfully unaware that his very existence had been part of a twisted legacy.
Delilah stood off to the side, arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed at the projection. It felt too familiar, clinical reports, blood charts, behavioral logs, all things that had once defined her existence.
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