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From now until the end of time—or until someone physically tore this building down—everything that happened at Ashford Elite Academy would stream directly to his home.
Every secret.
Every betrayal.
Every plan.
His.
This wasn't survival anymore.
This was dominion.
The academy itself was a monument to excess—the kind of excess that came from people who'd never heard the word "no" and decided to build a school to prove it.
Every family in Paradise had contributed to its construction and maintenance over the decades—not out of charity, but out of ego. The science wing bore the Ashford name because Elena's ancestors had basically invented "old money" and wanted everyone to remember it and they owned this shit too.
The performing arts center was dedicated to the Montgomerys—Sierra's folks, who thought culture was something you bought by the theater.
