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Chapter 17 - The Final Exile

Three weeks later, the news broke quietly in the society columns.

Jocelyn Cole had quietly packed her remaining belongings and relocated to a modest, gated retirement community in Boca Raton, her allowance permanently cut off, her social circle vanished like morning mist. No one called her. No one visited. She lived out her days in absolute, self-imposed isolation—a monument to the bitter harvest of a life built on manipulation and lies.

She had tried to protect her son from what she considered "unworthy blood," and in doing so, she had driven him into the only arms that could ever truly save him.

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Back at the construction site of the Mercer-Brooks estate, the final coat of paint was drying on the wide front porch.

And right in the center, facing the golden summer sun, was a bright, flawless, unmistakable yellow door.

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