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Arthur Sterling, the patriarch whose name was etched onto half the skyscrapers in the city, sat at the head. To his right was Elias, the eldest son and heir apparent, who wore his father’s expectations like a suffocating wool coat. To his left was Claire, the daughter who had returned home after a five-year silence, carrying a secret that hummed beneath her skin.

Arthur didn't answer. He simply took a sip of wine, the silence stretching until it became a physical weight. In that moment, the Sterling family wasn't a dynasty; they were three strangers tied together by blood, lies, and a shared history that was beginning to burn. Incest Story

Arthur’s knife scraped against the china—a sharp, violent sound. He finally looked up, his eyes like flint. "Julian was a ghost, Claire. And ghosts don't have a seat at this table." Arthur Sterling, the patriarch whose name was etched