an Vance, the man who now stood across the room in his expensive suit, callously discussing his future with Chloe Harriso
ng to the crushing weight of betrayal, my supposed brother, Marcus Thorne, revealed the ultimate lie: "Scarlett, I w
oke; my deepest love, a meticulously crafted illusion; my very family, a grotesque sham designed purely for my
th chilling indifference, orchestrated my downfall and used me as a mere pawn? The burning injustice o
the exact pivotal moment, the critical turning point that had led to my tragic past. But not this time. The past was