~ Amara ~
The transition of power didn’t happen with a handshake or a smile. It happened in the back of a black car, parked outside a government building, where the only sound was the scratching of a high-end fountain pen. Gideon didn’t fight me. When I presented the final documents—the ones proving his mother, Helena, had engineered our bankruptcy to force the merger—his defiance simply evaporated. He signed the papers returning Kline Logistics and the Linden Row warehouse to my family’s name without looking at the screen.
He didn't try to negotiate. He didn't offer another check. For the first time, he realized that the "quiet wife" he had kept in the guest wing like a secret was the only person who actually understood the rot at the center of his empire. I walked out of that car with
