Isabella’s POV

There is a kind of silence that arrives before victory, a heavy, electric quiet that buzzes through the walls and seeps into your bones. It is the silence of power shifting hands. Tonight, that silence sits in my study like a living thing. Elena is out of town. Out of reach and out of control.

For months, she’s moved around Whitmore Industries like a saint among mortals, commanding, pristine, and confident that her name alone shields her from consequence. But now, finally, ...