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Crimson Mark

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Isidore Davenant has built his life out of glass walls and iron resolve. A wealthy omega, he is a man who has raised his son Julian with only his own strength, vowing that no other hand would ever lay claim to what is his. But when the world intrudes—when Julian stares at a television screen and innocently declares he wants that man to be his father—Isidore’s carefully guarded world begins to fracture. That man is Tristan Ashford: golden, untouchable, with eyes like ice and a smile that dazzles millions. To the world he is a star, a hero cast in firelight, but to Isidore he is something far darker—an echo of nights he has tried to bury, a presence that once marked his body and left him with scars no one else can see. When fate thrusts Tristan back into his orbit, Isidore cannot escape the cruel symmetry of it: the man he hates is the same man his son adores. Old wounds reopen, and long-buried truths threaten to unravel. Isidore must decide whether to keep his walls intact—or face the storm of a past that refuses to stay silent. In a city of gleaming towers and shadows, love and vengeance are tangled threads. And Isidore learns that sometimes the most dangerous battlefield is not the courtroom or the screen—but the heart itself.
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