Arga sat in his car outside his mother’s estate, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. The sun had barely risen, casting a pale glow over the manicured gardens of the sprawling mansion. His heart thumped, a mix of anger, fear, and determination. Today, everything would be exposed.

He took a deep breath and stepped out, his tailored suit crisp against the morning air. Every step toward the grand entrance felt heavier than the last. The doors swung open almost immediately, as if his mother had been expecting him.

“Arga,” she said smoothly, her tone as icy as the marble floors beneath them. “What an early visit.”

He didn’t...