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"She gave it to me," Julian whispered, his bravado slipping. "She called me the night before she left. She said one of us had to get out before the walls closed in."

Elias tightened his grip on his fork. "I’m not soft, Father. I’m ethical. There’s a difference." pussy mom mature incest

Arthur Sterling, the patriarch whose wealth was built on a foundation of "strategic silence," sat at the head. To his right was Elias, the eldest son and heir apparent, who spent his life mimicking his father’s posture until his own spine felt like glass. To his left was Julian, the "prodigal" who had returned after five years of radio silence, smelling of cheap cigarettes and secrets. "She gave it to me," Julian whispered, his bravado slipping

"At least I stayed," Elias snapped. "I stayed while you ran off to 'find yourself' on our mother's inheritance—the inheritance you weren't supposed to touch until she was gone." "I’m not soft, Father