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    He continued, “He hadn’t picked up on Alonzo’s crap yet. Just acted like a clingy little brother.”


    Ste struggled to picture it—that sweet little boypared to the obsessive, calcting man she knew now.


    “So… what changed?” she asked quietly.


    William’s gaze turned cold at that, his voice sharpening at the edges.


    “Alonzo figured out that beating me or freezing me out wasn’t going to break me. So he switched tactics. Must’ve told Amon something—twisted his head somehow. Because after that, he changed.”


    William had really believed Amon was different. That blood didn’t automatically make someone their father.


    He’d honestly treated him like a real little brother back then.


    But now his tone was bitter. “He stopped hanging around me. Started giving me these weird looks—like I was the enemy. He’d break stuff and me me, stir up other kids to leave me out. Just turned into a total pain in the ass. Got worse and worse over time.”


    Back then, William had actually thought about pulling Amon aside for a real heart-to-heart. But Amon brushed him off every single time—like he couldn’t be bothered. After that, they never had even a minute alone again.


    “As the years went by, Alonzo’s grip on him only got tighter,” William said, voice t. “And the tricks Amon picked up? Dirtier by the day. The guy turned into a carbon copy of his old man. Whatever bit of connection we had got eaten alive by his obsession with power.”


    William couldn’t see a shred of the boy Amon used to be in the man standing there now. That was the moment thest of his hope crumbled. He finally epted that he and Amon would never be family. Not really. Not in this lifetime. They were just enemies now.


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    His tone didn’t shift—steady and emotionless—but Ste could still feel the deep disappointment running under his words like an undertow. Getting betrayed by a cousin he might’ve actually cared about, even just a little, hit just as hard as Alonzo’s cold-blooded sabotage and power ys.


    To her, it was clear—Alonzo had mastered the art of psychological warfare. He knew exactly how to cut someone where it hurt most. And now Ste understood where all of Amon’s twisted feelings toward William came from. Even if she hadn’t heard the poison Alonzo likely fed him back then, she could still take a damn good guess.


    It all boiled down to this: Alonzo raised Amon to w his way to the top, to fight tooth and nail for the family fortune. As long as William was around, Amon didn’t stand a chance. He wouldn’t even get a seat at the table—might even end up a pawn.


    Otherwise, Amon wouldn’t have said what he did to her—that it was either his life or William’s. Those words weren’t random. They were the fallout from years of maniption. Alonzo had nted those seeds so deep they were impossible to dig out.<fn4482> Checktest chapters at Find[?]ovel</fn4482>


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