glittering parties. Now, I'm just a cold spot in the air. A month has passed since m
ering, his knuckles white around a glass of whiskey. His entire career, his power, this very roof
arp eyes. Now she looks pale and fragile, leaning on Marcus for support. She's supposedly dying, a rare f
us tells himself. It'
one thing he needs to save his precious Izzy. He thinks I'm h
ll for his age, swallowed by a black suit that was once our father's. Af
hin whisper. "People are lea
like a predator. He sees me in Leo's
is sh
, Marcus. S
his palm connecting with Leo' s cheek echoes in the silent roo
ce low and dangerous. "She put you up to
e straightens his tie, his public mask slipping back into place. He str
"But this charade is over. My wife, Elara, is playing a sick jok
hat no one hears. I am a ghost, a powerless witness to his madness. He is destroying my memo
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