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The office was a cavern of blinking server lights and humming fans,
hidden in a basement in the Meatpacking District. It smelled of stale
coffee and burnt electronics,

Connorsat hunchedin a chair, watching a man with a spiderweb tattoo
on his neck tap furiously at a keyboard. This was his last resort, a high
pricedteam of black-hat hackers he'd paid with the last of hisemergency
cash

His objectivewas simple: break into the Snow Industriesinternal servers.
Find the digital trail. He needed a single email, a single encrypted text, a
single wire transfer that would prove the marriage was a transaction, a
blackmail plot

“We're in" the hacker muttered, his eyes glued to the lines of code
scrolling down the screen, "Bypassing the first firewall now.”

Connor leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists. This was it. The
proof was just moments away.

The progress bar on the screen crept forward. 60%... 70%... 8%...

It stopped,

Then, the screen flickered. A single line of red warning code flashed,
stark and ominous.

The hacker's face went pale. "Shit," he breathed. "Shit, we've been traced.
It's a honeypot. They're comingback at us."

Before he could finish the sentence, every monitor in the room went
black. The sudden darkness was absolute, the silence deafening,

A second later, they all flared back to life in unison displaying a single
terrifying image.

It was a close-up of Harding Snow's eyes. Cold, gray-blue, and utterly
merciless. They seemed to stare directly at Connor, throughthe screen,
through the miles of fiber optic cable, and into his soul.

Beneath the image, a line of text typed itself out, slow and deliberate
Snow Industries cybersecurity is managed by Jax Valer. Next time you
try this, | won't just fry your hard drives,

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A primal fear, cold and sharp, pierced through Connorsrage. | his wasn't
a corporate defense system. This was a personal threat from a digital
ghost. This was a level of power he had never even conceived of,

The hackers were already scrambling, rippingcables from the walls, their
faces slick with sweat, ‘Get out," the lead hacker stammered, not even
lookingat Connor "The jobis off. We're done. Get out!"

Connor found himself back on the midnight street, the cold wind cutting
through his thin suit jacket. He was completely and utterly locked out.
His money was gone, his home was gone, his name was worthless, and
now, even the digital world was a fortress he couldn't breach.

He finally understood, Harding hadn't just married Anissa. He had built an
impenetrable wall around her, a fortress forged from the full, terrifying
weight of the Snow empire

And Connorwasntt even allowed to peek over the ramparts.

He started walking, with no destination in mind. His feet carried him
throughthe empty streets of Manhattan, a ghost ina city that had once
been his kingdom

He stopped in front of a darkened storefront. The televisions insidewere
still on, playing a looped recording of a highprofile charity gala that had
taken place earlier that evening

And there she was.

Anissa

She was wearing a breathtaking crimson gown, the fabric clingingto her
like a second skin Around her neck was the legendary Snow family ruby
necklace, a piece reserved only for the true matriarch. It glittered under
the camera lights, red as blood.

She was smiling but it wasn't the soft, compliant smile he knew. This
was a smile of confidence, of power. She was radiant, captivating, a
queen in her element. He had never seen her look like that. He had never
realized she could look like that.

He pressed his hand against the cold glass of the window, his breath
fogging the surface. For the first time, a terrifying thought wormed its
way into his mind: Maybe she’s happy. Maybe she truly doesn't need me.
The thought was so agonizing so destructive to the very foundation of
his ego, that he immediately crushed it,

Jealousy, black and venomous, flooded hisveins chokingout the despair.
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"That's my necklace,” he snarled at her retlection, his voice a low,
guttural growl, "My woman. My life.”

He wouldn't accept this. He couldn't.

If the subtle ways were blocked, he would have to use force, He would
go where they had to see him where they couldn't ignorehim.

He knew the family was hosting their annual summer kickoff dinner at
the Hampton estate this weekend A public family affair.

He pulled out his phone his mind clear and sharp with a new, desperate
purpose He bought a one-way train ticket to the Hamptons.

Then, he sent a text to the one person in the family who hated Anissas
rise as much as he did. His mother, Beatrice.

Mom, | need to be at the dinneron Saturday . You have to get me in.

Her reply was almost instantaneous, a torrent of angry, anxious words.
Of course you're coming I'm not facing that little gold-digging tramp
alone. Your grandfather has lost his mind We need to do something

A cold, cruel smile spread across Connor's face. He had an ally. He had
a plan.

He leaned his head back against the train seat, the city lights blurring
past the window. He closed his eyes, and all he could see was Anissas
face, not the soft, loving one he remembered, but the cold, powerful
stranger from the news. The jealousy was a physical thing a serpent
coilingin his gut, poisoninghim but also givinghim a terrible strength. He
would crash their party. He would take back what was his.

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