Incest Story -

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.

Elias looked between them, the world he had spent thirty years trying to fit into suddenly feeling like a house of cards. He realized then that his father’s coldness wasn't just discipline; it was distance—the distance of a man who looked at his son and saw a rival’s face. "Is it true?" Elias whispered. Incest Story

"Julian was a partner," Claire countered. "And according to these, he owned forty percent of Sterling Group before he 'disappeared.'" Arthur Sterling, the patriarch whose name was etched

"The merger is finalized," Arthur said, not looking up from his steak. "Elias, you’ll be lead counsel. It’s time you earned the office." Elias looked between them, the world he had

The dinner table at the Sterling estate didn’t seat people; it seated grudges.