The Inheritance Trap

The penthouse was silent, save for the rhythmic, metallic tink of Elena’s fountain pen against the marble dining table. It was 3:00 AM. Below, the city was a grid of cold, electric light—capital she no longer controlled. Before her lay the decrypted inheritance file, a digital ghost that had cost her three years of marriage and her public standing.

She scrolled again. The 'legacy' Marcus’s father had left her wasn't a fortune;

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