Tangled in Silk
she said, loud enough for the walls to hear.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then Malcolm whispered, low and venomous
“Then I hope you’re ready to bury every piece of your past. Because from this moment on, you are no longer my daughter.”
Lana stood frozen as the words echoed: You are no longer my daughter.
For a second, it felt like the walls of the Silken Group’s high-rise had swallowed the air, as if every glass panel had turned against her.
But Dominic reached for her hand—not to save her, but to anchor her. His grip was steady, warm, defiant.
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