The city had never looked so alive, yet so dangerous. From the penthouse balcony, Zaria studied the skyline as if it were a chessboard, each tower and flickering light a piece in a game she had no choice but to play. Her enemies were no longer shadows; they were real, breathing threats pressing from every side.
She tightened the silk robe around her frame, though the night breeze was warm. Inside, the remnants of another board meeting still lingered empty glasses, folders scattered, and the faint echo of power struggles that stretched far beyond numbers and contracts.
Damian was still at the long dining table, scrolling through financial reports with a predator’s patience. Enric stood by the door, every inch the silent sentinel. It would have looked like an ordinary evening for any billi
