Third person’s POV

The morning sun streams through the penthouse windows, casting warm streaks across the marble floors, but the apartment feels unusually quiet, almost too peaceful. Elena is dressed for her first day at Whitmore Industries, hair pulled into a sleek knot, blazer crisp, shoes sharp, moving through the space with that familiar, controlled calm. The twins perch on the edge of the sofa, eyes sparkling with mischief, waiting for the moment their mother steps into the elevator and ...