Brielle’s POV
The glow of the television flickered across the spacious living room, painting Brielle’s face in cold light. Savannah’s announcement—a carefully staged, icy press conference—was the latest salvo in a war that felt endless. Brielle’s eyes, sharp and steady, traced every word Savannah spoke. The promise of more chaos hung heavy in the air, like the storm before the rain.
Adrian sat beside her, his jaw clenched, fingers twitching restlessly. The room was thick with silence, but neither dared to break it first.
“She won’t let this go,” Adrian finally said, voice low.
Brielle nodded, heart pounding. “No. She’s desperate. And dangerous.”
The fractured trust between them, once so carefully built, now felt fragile as glass. Savannah’s manipulation had left deep cracks—between Br
