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Chapter 2 - THE BASEMENT'S SECRET

Marcus stared at Arthur, his father’s composed veneer cracking under the chandelier’s glare. Eleanor, the mother he grieved for two decades, stood trembling yet resolute. "He forged the deed," she whispered, her voice slicing through the gala's dead silence. Arthur lunged, his eyes wild with desperate rage, but Marcus’s security intercepted him instantly, pinning the disgraced patriarch against the cold marble pillars of the ballroom.

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