The Sovereign’s Antidote
"All those years... I was the one at the galas! I was the one on his arm! How could he name that... that nobody his Queen?"
Her screams echoed through the hollow halls, the sound of a woman realizing her entire identity had been an illusion.
The Cold War of the Matriarchs
In her own darkened study, Sofia Rossi frantically dialed Helena’s private line. When the call finally connected, she didn't even get a word out.
"Don't you ever call this number again, Sofia," Helena’s voice came through, colder than a winter grave.
"Helena, please! We have to coordinate! The creditors are—"
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