Choosing the Right Heir

The bridal suite was no longer a cage; it was a tomb for a dead contract. Elena stood by the mahogany desk, the silence of the room pressing against her ears. Before her lay the dissolution papers, the ink still smelling faintly of the legal firm’s expensive stationery. It was done. The Vance-Thorne merger was a ghost, and with it, the suffocating debt that had dictated her every breath for months.

The door clicked open. Julian Thorne stepped inside, his movements precise de

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