Isabelle Raven strode purposefully off the private jet, the sharp scent of rain on asphalt filling her lungs. New York City was as she remembered—chaotic, relentless, and utterly indifferent.A perfect battlefield.Dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged her curves and exuded power, she strode through the terminal without hesitation.Her assistant, Linda, struggled to keep up, juggling a tablet and phone. "Board meeting in forty-five minutes," Linda reminded her, adjusting her glasses."Your uncle Victor will be leading the vote to remove you from the company."Isabelle's lips twitched into a smirk."Let him try."For years, she had built an empire overseas, expanding Raven Industries into a global force. But her father's sudden death had forced her return. Now, the wolves in the boardroom were circling, eager to strip her of her birthright. They had no idea who they were dealing with.