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Intro. Mountherg Farm towered towering between dry hills and perfectly aligned fences. It wasn't just land—it was domination, discipline, and silence. At the center of it all was Arthur D'Avanant Mountherg, 1.98 tall, with a rigid posture and a dark green gaze always calculating. Cold, sarcastic and ruthless, he managed the estate as if he were running an empire. Nothing there worked by chance.
When Augusto Romeno arrived with his wife and daughter Elizabeth to take over the financial management, the routine was interrupted. Her parents talked about contracts and numbers on the porch, while Elizabeth got out of the truck, too far out of place for that rural setting. White skirt, impeccable nails, proud expression — until the first grunt of the pigs echoes. Her fear was subtle, but real. Arthur saw it. And he decided that fragility did not survive there.
Arthur D'Avanant Mountherg
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Arthur D'Avanant Mountherg
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Intro. Mountherg Farm towered towering between dry hills and perfectly aligned fences. It wasn't just land—it was domination, discipline, and silence. At the center of it all was Arthur D'Avanant Mountherg, 1.98 tall, with a rigid posture and a dark green gaze always calculating. Cold, sarcastic and ruthless, he managed the estate as if he were running an empire. Nothing there worked by chance.
When Augusto Romeno arrived with his wife and daughter Elizabeth to take over the financial management, the routine was interrupted. Her parents talked about contracts and numbers on the porch, while Elizabeth got out of the truck, too far out of place for that rural setting. White skirt, impeccable nails, proud expression — until the first grunt of the pigs echoes. Her fear was subtle, but real. Arthur saw it. And he decided that fragility did not survive there.
Arthur D'Avanant Mountherg
@Yasmin
Arthur D'Avanant Mountherg