Chapter 3 - The Fortress
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The penthouse was exactly what one would expect from Adrian Kane: vast, immaculate, and entirely devoid of warmth. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the Manhattan skyline, reducing the chaotic city to a silent, twinkling diorama.
I sat on the edge of a velvet chaise, watching Mia sleep in the guest room through the half-open door. She was exhausted from the events of the day, completely unaware that her existence was about to become the biggest scandal the Kane empire had faced in a decade.
Adrian walked into the living area, handing me a glass of amber liquid. I didn't drink whiskey, but I took it anyway, letting the burn ground me.
"I’ve spoken to my security team," he said, taking a seat opposite me. "They’ve swept your apartment and brought your essentials. A detail will be stationed downstairs."
"You're acting like we're under attack," I said, my voice trembling.
"We are," Adrian replied coldly. "My father, Elias, is not a sentimental man, Claire. When he finds out Julian left a child—a legitimate heir to the Kane Foundation—he won't see a granddaughter. He will see an asset. A second chance to mold a successor exactly the way he wants."
My stomach lurched. "He can't take her from me. I'm her mother."
"He has half the judges in New York in his pocket," Adrian countered, leaning forward. "He will drag you through the mud. He will hire investigators to find every flaw, every missed rent payment, every moment of weakness you’ve had in the last seven years, and he will paint you as an unfit, opportunistic mother who hid a child for a payout."
Tears blurred my vision. "Then why did you make me come here? Why didn't you let me run?"
"Because running implies guilt," Adrian said, his eyes locking onto mine with fierce intensity. "And because I will not let him destroy Julian's family. Not again."
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He stood up, pacing the length of the room. I saw, for the first time, the burden he carried. He had spent his life playing the good son, absorbing their father's tyranny so Julian could be free. Now, that duty extended to Mia. And to me.
"Tomorrow," Adrian announced, stopping by the window, "we go on the offensive. We control the narrative before Elias even knows the story exists."
