Brett's POV

The penthouse felt like a mausoleum. Silence pressed against my eardrums as I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city lights blur through the rain-streaked glass.

Victoria was finally gone, her parting words still echoing in my head: You'll regret this, Brett. She'll take everything and leave you with nothing.

Just like my mother had. Just like Victoria had.

But Riley wasn't them. She'd proven that tonight by walking away from a million dollars rather than staying ...