Andrei Tavian sat in his sleek, minimalist office on the top floor of Tavian Empire. The large windows behind him showcased the sprawling city skyline, but he barely noticed. His focus was on the mountain of paperwork on his desk. Despite his usual composure, his jaw tightened as he signed documents with more force than necessary.
The memory of his visit to his father lingered like a shadow, replaying in his mind. The way his father lay there, frail and distant, yet waiting for him. The frustration simmered, not just at his father's condition, but at the woman who now controlled his life: Catalina.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Before Andrei could answer, the door opened, and there she was. Catalina Tavian, his stepmother, swept into the room with all the grace and
