Brielle’s POV
The words hung in the air long after Savannah disappeared into the crowd, her parting smirk burned into Brielle’s mind.
"Ask Daddy what really happened between him and Sean... you might not like the answer."
The music of the gala swelled again, oblivious to the quiet quake beneath Brielle’s skin. Her glass trembled in her hand, not from fear—but fury. From the sting of uncertainty crawling into her chest like smoke seeking flame.
She didn’t wait for Adrian. Didn’t wait to think. The only thing she knew was that the walls were closing in—and only one man held the truth she needed.
Gregory Avanzini stood in his study, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms braced against the desk as he reviewed blueprints for a new prototype. But the moment Brielle pushed the door op
