Ethan POV

Revenge is patient. It doesn’t scream or rush—it waits, sharp and silent, until the moment you are weak enough to feel it fully. For years, I imagined Maxwell Cole on his knees, stripped of his empire, his wife choosing me over him, his son calling me father. I imagined the look on his face when he realized I had won. Now, with the end so close, I could taste it. Bitter. Metallic. Perfect.

Two days.

That was all it took to bring giants to their knees.

I stood by the ...