Luka’s POV
I stood at the entrance of the event hall, watching her car disappear into the night.
It took every ounce of self-control I had not to go after her.
I could’ve gotten into my own car and told the driver to follow them. Hell, I knew her address. I knew exactly where she was going. But that invisible line—the one drawn not by law, but by power—held me in place.
Because Eren Daelmont wasn’t just anyone.
He was the Eren Daelmont.
The kind of man you didn’t cross unless you had a death wish—or an army of lawyers and allies powerful enough to hold him off. Despite the success I’d earned over the last few years—despite the empire I had built with my bare hands and the name I’d carved for myself in ink and blood—Eren could crush me if he wanted to.
And Valeria knew it.
That’s wh
