The Sister’s Gambit

The screen in the Thorne estate’s study flickered with the cold, sterile blue of a Zurich-based encrypted feed. Vivienne Vance sat in a velvet-backed chair, her face a portrait of practiced, predatory calm.

"The board is already whispering, Elara," Vivienne said, her voice smooth as glass shards. "By tomorrow, Julian won’t just be off the board—he’ll be a defendant. Hand over the original deeds to the Highland trust, and I’ll pull the dossier. It’s a simple trade: your lover’s freedom for your inheritance."

Elara tightened her grip on the mahogany desk. The l

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