The club wasn’t just a business, it was my kingdom. Every wall, every flicker of light, every beat of the bass thrumming beneath our feet belonged to me. And everyone inside knew it.

When I walked, the crowd parted. Men dipped their heads, women licked their lips, and deals worth millions shifted hands with just a nod from me. Power didn’t always wear a crown. Sometimes, it strutted in tailored suits, with sins inked under the skin and blood on the knuckles.

And Nova…she walked beside me ...