Milo’s POV

The rain pounded against the penthouse windows, a steady drum that matched the tension in my chest.

I sat in my study, the desk lamp casting a harsh glow over the papers scattered in front of me, ledgers, contracts, and the crumpled note from last night:

“Victor’s debts run deeper than you know. A new player is watching.” The words stared back at me, a threat I couldn’t ignore. Someone was coming for me, using Emilie’s father to hit where it hurt most.

I’d built ...