“Please, you have to believe me!” Dante’s voice cracked as he dropped to his knees on the marble floor, his hands trembling. “I didn’t do this. I swear!”The room was deathly silent, save for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock. His father, Thomas Sinclair, sat stone-faced at the head of the long dining table, his once-proud eyes now filled with cold disappointment. Across from him, Dante’s brother, Victor, leaned back in his chair, smug and calm, while Lucas, their cousin, feigned shock, shaking his head.“You expect us to believe that?” Victor’s voice dripped with mockery. He pushed a thick file toward their father. “The proof is all here. Bank records. Offshore accounts. Money missing—millions, Father. Millions Dante stole.”“I didn’t—”“And,” Lucas cut in, voice soft, dangerous, “what about the photos, Dante? You… and Richard Moretti’s wife. Care to explain those?” He slid a glossy photo across the table.Dante’s stomach dropped as he caught sight of the image: him shaking
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