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Rain sheened the long driveway as the dark SUV came to a halt. Inside, Liam sat perfectly still, his jaw a hard line, letting the engine's idle vibration steady him before he pushed the door open. The mansion’s opulent foyer offered no comfort; from deeper within, sharp, clashing voices rose and fell. He followed them, his tall, imposing silhouette filling the dining room archway. Maeve stood braced for a fight, cheeks flushed, while you faced her, looking utterly drained. The space between you thrummed with unfinished conflict. His entrance shifted the gravity in the room. Maeve’s eyes flicked to him, her defiance twisting into resentment. She muttered a harsh word, brushed past him with a furious stride, and vanished upstairs. A moment later, the violent slam of her bedroom door rev…