The Quantum Heiress: Rewriting My Destiny

prison, framed for

an Scott, laughing on a TV screen, celebrating

eedom, and my future, leaving me t

was laced with a hatred so prof

n the scent of expensive leat

the boardroom, staring at the corp

smug and charismatic, r

hand, demanding a "triumvirate" for

s lies, his emotional blackmai

a warped sense of

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felt a cold,

remembered