Chapter 85 The Weight Of Legacy

• The Levi estate's marble hallways were amber as the sun sank below the mountains. Adam Levi's polished leather shoes softly clicked across the still corridor, a steady reminder of the weight pressing down his chest. Every stride he made towards a future he didn't desire. Glancing at his reflection in the polished glass of a window—a tall, sharp-faced man with jet-black hair and eyes reflecting the cold steel of his life—he His jaw tensed, his face as still as always.
• The dinner bell had rung. His father, Levi Harrington, had made it clear that tonight was important. A business arrangement. A legacy to secure. Marriage was no longer a choice, but a contract. And Adam, at thirty-two, had come to understand that the family empire could not be allowed to fall, not after all he had sacrificed.
• His father’s words echoed in his mind. *“A son, Adam. You need to secure a son. You know what happens if you don’t. You will lose everything we’ve built.”*