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"I’m not here for the business," Claire said, her voice steady. "I’m here for the truth. I found Mom’s letters, Dad. The ones from 1994. The ones addressed to Julian."

Arthur didn't answer. He simply took a sip of wine, the silence stretching until it became a physical weight. In that moment, the Sterling family wasn't a dynasty; they were three strangers tied together by blood, lies, and a shared history that was beginning to burn. Incest Story

Arthur Sterling, the patriarch whose name was etched onto half the skyscrapers in the city, sat at the head. To his right was Elias, the eldest son and heir apparent, who wore his father’s expectations like a suffocating wool coat. To his left was Claire, the daughter who had returned home after a five-year silence, carrying a secret that hummed beneath her skin. "I’m not here for the business," Claire said,

Arthur’s knife scraped against the china—a sharp, violent sound. He finally looked up, his eyes like flint. "Julian was a ghost, Claire. And ghosts don't have a seat at this table." The ones from 1994

The air in the room curdled. Claire looked at her brother, seeing the trap he was inadvertently setting. She hadn't come home for the company. She had come home because their mother’s private journals, found in a dusty attic in Paris, suggested that Arthur wasn’t the self-made titan he claimed to be—and that Elias might not be his biological son.