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Chapter 234
Author: Gem Lynne
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Taylor meant it, in a way that surprised her, not the savage, quick victory she might once have imagined, but a patient, surgical dismantling of a threat. The mirror reflected the steel in her eyes, and the room, for all its perfume and lace, felt suddenly like an operations theatre.

She set the phone down, the images glowing like embers on the screen, and for the first time since dinner, she felt something close to control.

The next morning, the mansion was quieter than usual. The sun had already climbed over the eastern hill, its rays glinting through the tall windows of the Monroe villa, illuminating the dining area with a soft golden hue. Taylor had intentionally stayed back home that morning, unlike her usual rush to the bank. She wanted to have breakfast with her grandfather, Johnson, who preferred to eat a little later than the rest of the family.

The clinking of silverware and the faint aroma of buttered toast filled the space. Taylor sat opposite Johnson, quietly cutting into
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