The early morning fog hugged the city streets, curling around the skyscrapers like a veil of secrecy. Justina Ashes stood at the penthouse window, arms crossed, watching the world below as if she could see the invisible threads of betrayal winding through every corner. Her mind raced, replaying the revelations from the previous chapter, the visitor, the threats, and the evidence of hidden betrayals.

Carson Wills entered silently, the familiar rhythm of his steps grounding her. His presence was ...