When Baron had pulled the trigger and her blood had touched the same ground he’d once vowed would never fail her, something in him had shifted;
He had vowed to avenge his wife's death. He pressed the scarf to his lips.
“I swear to you, Celesta… I will burn down everything they built on your blood.” He stood slowly, face pale with purpose.
“They will know what it means to take from a Dune.”
Inside, he burned with purpose.
Behind the boring apron and lowered gaze was Harrison Dune:
A grieving husband, a secret billionaire, and the rightful heir of the estate now ruled by the corrupt Roland.
And no one knew except Aunt Elora and Celesta who was now gone.
Later that day, near Celesta’s old chambers, Aunt Elora crossed paths with him.
The old woman had a way of watching people lik
