The Billionaire’s Silent Watcher: My Son’s Secret Shadow
Screens flickered with Zion’s collapse, Sophie’s despair, Jace’s fury, Elena’s analysis.
He whispered, “They’re drowning. Sophie doubts Jace. Jace doubts Sophie. Zion doubts himself. Perfect.”
He leaned closer to Zion’s fabricated confession, savoring it. “You’ll break, Zion. And when you do, Sophie will be mine to destroy.”
He laughed, the sound echoing against steel walls, cold and triumphant. His fingers danced across the keyboard, weaving new lies, preparing the next strike.
He muttered, “Truth is fragile. Trust is weaker. Lies are stronger. And I am the architect.”
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