The Paternity Rumor

Morning in the Vane penthouse did not arrive with sunlight; it arrived with the rhythmic, sterile ping of a tablet receiving a deluge of notifications. Elena stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, the city of Chicago sprawling below like a circuit board she no longer knew how to navigate. She tapped the screen. The headline was a jagged blade: Vane’s Secret Heir? The Billionaire’s Hidden Domestic Life.Preview ends here. Subscribe to continue.