Chapter 61 - the torn silk
ten years of pristine, absolute peace had blessed the sterling empire since maya officially solidified her reign as the undisputed queen of the corporate world. i, avery, spent my days entirely at the peaceful countryside estate, cherishing the beautiful, immortal legacy that dominic and i had built from the ashes of betrayal.
maya possessed my lethal, razor-sharp instincts and her father's commanding presence, operating the multi-billion-dollar green energy conglomerate with flawless, breathtaking precision. however, the ghosts of the past rarely stay buried forever.
on a freezing, rain-swept evening, a heavily encrypted, unmarked package bypassed the central tower's elite security perimeter and arrived directly on maya's mahogany desk. inside the dark velvet box was not a bomb or a digital drive, but something far more psychologically terrifying.
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it was a torn, faded piece of dark blue silk. the exact fabric from the ruined designer gown vanessa vance had worn on the night my father's murder was exposed decades ago. a handwritten note rested beneath it: the bloodline never forgets. the long, beautiful serenity we had fought so desperately to secure was violently shattered tonight.
👉 read part 62 to see maya face the new threat.
