I stared at the photograph in my trembling hands. It wasn't a picture of Victor or me. It was a picture of my late father,
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Chapter 1 - THE BLOODLINE SECRETI stared at the photograph in my trembling hands. It wasn't a picture of Victor or me. It was a picture of my late father, standing next to a man I’d never seen before—the head of the rival syndicate that had been trying to dismantle Elias Vance’s empire for a decade.
"Your father wasn't a clerk, Ava," Elias said, his voice cold and steady as the men downstairs began to pound on the penthouse door. "He was the keeper of the Syndicate’s vault. And those girls? They were born with the genetic markers that unlock the encryption of that vault."
The realization hit me like a physical blow. Victor hadn't just married me for love; he had married me to access the fortune my father had hidden away, a fortune that could turn the tide of the city's entire underworld war.
