With my fingertips resting against the icy floor-to-ceiling glass of my sixty-fifth-floor penthouse office, I watched violet twilight engulf the streets below. The Opeline rose beneath my handcrafted Italian loafers, its dark tower descending toward the harbor waters. The immense black tower was an architectural landmark. Every inch of its imported limestone exterior, every hand-cut crystal suspended in the atrium, and every thread of eight-hundred-count Egyptian cotton in its four hundred luxury suites was indisputably mine. StudyChemistry Yet a sleek smartphone vibrated on the broad surface of my black marble desk. The glowing message reminded me that, to my own relatives, I remained the unwanted stray they had thrown into the winter cold ten years earlier.

me now, Eleanor. You are currently living in my guest room.”

Eleanor let out a sharp, animalistic shriek in horror. She gripped her head, her fingernails pressing into her scalp as the absolute finality of her total destruction crashed down upon her.

CHAPTER 6: THE SOVEREIGN’S LEDGER 

Only the sound of the ragged, hitching gasps of Mother’s ragged breathing.

Two guards had already taken Preston Weller away, his expensive shoes scraping the floor as he was hauled down toward the service elevator to be turned over to the harbor precinct

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