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The Den

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The atmosphere inside the family den was thick with tension. The soft glow of the chandelier above did little to ease the unease that filled the room. Alexander, Klarisse, Artemis, and Allie sat across from their parents—Bronson and Angela Robinson, Alan and Kareen Fowl.

Despite the lavish surroundings—the mahogany bookshelves lined with first-edition books, the antique fireplace crackling softly in the background, and the vintage paintings adorning the walls—there was no mistaking that this was not an ordinary family gathering. This was a war council.

Alexander had ensured that the twins, Lucas and Liana, were safely tucked in for the night, their nannies watching over them with the utmost care. It was a necessary precaution. If Luca Marconi was willing to appear in broad daylight at the park near the estate, there was no telling what he would do next.

Bronson Robinson, the patriarch of the Robinson empire, leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. His sharp,
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