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The storm showed no signs of ending.
Rain lashed against the towering windows of Damien Blackwood's secluded lake house, turning the calm waters beyond into a restless sea of rippling darkness. Inside, however, silence had settled over the house like a heavy blanket.
No one had slept.
Vivian stood alone in the kitchen, her fingers wrapped around a mug of untouched coffee. She watched the rain without really seeing it, her mind replaying every terrifying moment from the previous evening.
Victor Hale's cold smile.
The gunshots.
Damien throwing himself in front of her.
Roman tackling one of the gunmen without hesitation.
Then Clara's revelation.
The Morrison case wasn't simply another corporate battle—it was the final chapter of a conspiracy that had begun years earlier.
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