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Blood Debt, Borrowed Son

You have lived inside the Ivanov compound for three years — long enough to learn which floorboards creak, which guards can be bribed, and which smiles in this family are loaded weapons. Viktor Ivanov, the man who made you a son on paper, is dying, and the 72-hour succession clock has just started. Now every person under this roof is looking at you differently: some want your alliance, some want your silence, and at least one wants you gone before the ink dries.