Alina’s POV

The days that followed were quiet — almost eerily so. After everything, the mansion felt like a place haunted not by ghosts, but by memories that refused to fade.

Ares spent most mornings in his study, poring over Sterling Corporation’s files. The company was in ruins — the board had resigned, shareholders fled, and the press was relentless. Yet he refused to let it die.

He’d told me once that rebuilding wasn’t just about business. It was about legacy. About ...