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acked with details of my father's financial demise orchestrated by Victor. Rage and despair twisted within me, pushing me to

dly; Victor thrived on control, and anger alone would only play into his hands. If I was going to survi

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myself to keep a composed façade. I had always been good at hiding my emotions, a skill I'd honed

ily. I looked at my reflection, noticing how much the past weeks had aged me. My eyes were sha

the head of the table with an air of casual dominance, sipping his coffee. His expression

as smooth and dangerous as ever

ely felt. "I'm trying to make the best of my situation," I replied, ch

aptability. I admire that." He gestur

field, each of us sizing up the other. I refused to let him see the turmoil churning within me. If I was going t

d, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Perhaps

ctly do you want from me, Victor? I know my father's debts were

int of something beyond mere power or control. But it vanishe

h. "Your father was a resourceful man, but he lacked the foresight to make difficult decisio

ted, suppressing a

chilling sound. "A fine

r and a calculating gaze, stepped into the room. He nodded briefly to Victor before addressing him in hushed tones. I

ve business to attend to," he said, dismissing me with a glance.

elt a small surge of freedom. Victor's absence would give me a window of

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nsion was a labyrinth of winding hallways and closed doors, each one holding secrets I desperately wanted to uncover.

n old tapestry. The staircase led to the upper floors, where I suspected Victor kept his most important documents

narrow door. The stairs were steep and dark, winding up to the third floor.

h locked doors. I tried a few, but each one was secured, likely with Victor's p

and files, a large desk covered in papers, and maps pinned to the walls. I moved quickly

e, and correspondence with various business partners. But one document caug

ce." But the tone was tense, almost hostile, hinting at an unresolved conflict betw

or, standing beside a woman with dark hair and piercing eyes. Her face was strikingly familiar,

nd Isabella-Partners in Empire. So, Isabella wasn't just an associate; she wa

e Isabella played in all of this. Could she be

I froze, listening. The footsteps were getting closer, heavy and unhurried. I

the footsteps stopped outside the study. The door creaked open

ring on the desk where I'd disturbed the papers. For a tense moment, he seemed to hesitate,

as I descended, the stolen letter burning a hole in my pocket. I knew I was taking a risk by keeping it, but it was a risk I was willing to

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language suggested that Marco Albano was someone who could challenge Victor, someone with enough pow

angerous move, one that could easily backfire. But I was running out of options, and

he letter under my pillow. When I opened the door, I fo

drawing room," she said, her voice co

elf to stay calm. "Of

lities. What could Victor possibly want from me now? Did he suspect I was pla

ictor was a master manipulator, and I couldn't

a opened the door, motioning for me to e