I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 53
The tranquil Mediterranean air shattered with a single encrypted alert on Dominic’s private tablet. Seventeen years of peace were put to the test as a secure feed from Geneva flashed red. Max, now a sharp-minded strategist managing the family’s global foundations, stood beside his father in the study, his expression mirroring Dominic’s cold fury. "They’re tracking the foundation’s European accounts, Dad," Max said quietly. "Someone is trying to trace our legacy back to the old Boston ledgers." Dominic stood up slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked out toward the sparkling sea where his sons had grown up. The ghost of the underworld had finally returned.
