The Breaking Point

The silence in the Thorne private study had curdled into something suffocating. Elena stood by the mahogany desk, the wax-sealed envelope—the physical proof of the Thorne family’s original sin—weighing on her palm like a detonator. Across from her, Julian Thorne sat with the stillness of a man who had just watched his empire dissolve. He had sacrificed his voting power, his seat, and his leverage to keep her in the room, yet the

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