At the Entrance of a Five-Star Hotel, My Sister Pushed Me Away. “Get lost, you can’t even afford a glass of water here,” She Laughed.
CHAPTER 1: THE BLUEPRINT OF EXILE With my fingertips resting against the icy floor-to-ceiling glass of my sixty-fifth-floor penthouse office, I watched violet twilight engulf the streets below. The Opeline rose beneath my handcrafted Italian loafers, its…





















