Chapter 42 – Tangled Threads
The early morning haze still clung to the city like a stubborn secret, refusing to dissipate. Adrian stood at the window of his penthouse suite, shirtless, a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. The skyline stretched out endlessly before him, but his eyes weren’t focused on it.
They were focused inward, on the chaos he could no longer suppress.
Sophie's soft footsteps approached from behind. She wrapped a silk robe around her, her hair still damp from a shower. “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked gently, touching his arm.
Adrian didn’t respond immediately. “No. I kept thinking about that call last night. If what we heard is true, then my father didn’t just cover up his crimes. He orchestrated them.”
Sophie leaned against him. “You’re not him, Adrian.”
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