Tyler Morgan's pulse quickened as the family mansion came into view, its majestic façade illuminated by the evening light.
The mansion, with its towering arches and groomed lawns, seemed as frightening as ever.
His fingers tightened around the driving wheel as he gazed at Nicole, seated alongside him in the passenger seat.
She looked pale, her usual calm manner fading as they neared the driveway.
This dinner wasn’t just a family get-together.
It was another test.
Another evening where they had to keep up the act.
And with the Deracorp contract dangling by a thread, Tyler was already stretched thin.
As they exited the car, he noticed the faint sound of music wafting through the open windows. Laughter streamed out from the dining room, combining with the clink of forks and glas
