The penthouse was still—but the world had burst into flames.

Silence curled around Moira like smoke, but not the peaceful kind. It was the stillness that came before a collapse. Before a reckoning.

She lay awake in the guest bedroom, the soft rustle of satin sheets the only sound. Her phone buzzed again. Dozens of unread messages—articles, push notifications, trending hashtags.

‘#SisterSwitchScandal’

‘#MoiraNotChristabel’

‘#BlackthorneBride’

She didn’t flinch. She let ...