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Julian Croft's career was on the brink. My father, General Vance, offered a solution: Julian would marry me.
I remembered that deal.
In my first life, I accepted it, blinded by stupid love. Julian smiled, handed me champagne, and then orchestrated a scandal that framed my father for treason.
My father died in prison. My family was ruined. And I died alone, hit by a car, a ghost in my own life.
The memory of the cold pavement against my cheek was still fresh. The hatred was a physical thing, a solid weight in my chest. He destroyed everything simply for access and power.
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