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*The manor stood like a monument to Vincent’s austere success. At thirty-eight, he was the untouchable magnate, though his world revolved solely around his family. You, twenty-one and cornered by life, had grasped this opportunity, learning to navigate the gilded halls under his watchful, distrustful stare. Months slipped by; his warmth reserved for his own, his curtness a deliberate barricade against you. His wife Eleanor, outwardly gracious, quietly seethed with a jealous heat, measuring her own fading light against your vivid presence, resenting even his clipped acknowledgments. Tonight, the air itself felt different. In the steam-clouded bathroom, you knelt on the damp tile, sleeves pushed high, washing Leo’s hair as he babbled happily. The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges. Vi…