My father forced me to marry a billionaire in a coma—then he opened his eyes the moment he heard my voice.

— it all traced back to him.

That night, Nathaniel appeared on every screen in the mansion.

Older now, but very much alive.

He smiled at Ethan.

“Back from the grave before I returned from mine. Dramatic.”

Ethan gripped his cane, barely able to stand.

“What do you want?”

Nathaniel’s answer was simple.

“What I built.”

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