The morning sun broke through the heavy curtains of Grace's penthouse, casting golden beams on the mahogany floor. It should’ve felt like a moment of peace, a rare, quiet sunrise. But the weight of everything that had happened hung in the air like smoke. Vincent Ashford was gone. His legacy lay in ruins, and yet, the void he left behind echoed louder than the chaos he created.
Grace sat at the edge of the king-sized bed, her robe loosely tied, her eyes fixed on the skyline. She hadn’t slept much. Nathaniel stirred beside her, his hand instinctively reaching for her waist, as if afraid she might disappear like the nightmare they'd just escaped.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
She nodded, her voice low. “I don’t think I stopped being awake.”
Nathaniel sat up, wat
