The restaurant’s ambiance was elegant but oppressive, a reminder of Anton’s world—lavish, controlled, and steeped in secrets. Odette glanced at the delicate chandelier overhead, its light refracting through the crystal glass of her untouched wine. She had no appetite, her nerves bracing for whatever Anton was about to say.Anton, seated across from her, seemed uncharacteristically tense. His fingers drummed lightly on the table as he searched her face. “Odette,” he began, his voice low, almost vulnerable, “there’s something you need to know. Something I should have told you a long time ago.”She straightened, her posture defensive. “I’m listening.”He leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “You already know my life was never simple, but I need you to understand just how deep the complications run. My family… my father… were involved in a world I’ve spent years trying to leave behind.”Odette raised an eyebrow, skepticism sharpening her tone. “A world? Are you talking about the m
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