Rain lashed against the tinted windows of Jerry’s car as it glided through the city’s financial district. Aria sat beside him, quiet, poised, her fingers scrolling through news feeds that now sang her praises. One article called her “the phoenix of Westford.” Another dubbed her “the billionaire’s bride of steel.”
But none of it distracted her from the truth.
Regina hadn’t flinched.
“She’s too calm,” Aria finally said.
Jerry’s hand flexed around the steering wheel. “Because she’s planning something bigger. The only time Regina ever stays quiet is when she’s moved on to her final play.”
“Then what is it?”
Jerry exhaled slowly. “The family board.”
Aria turned to him sharply. “The board that could dissolve your authority as CEO?”
He nodded. “They’ve always seen Regina as a pureblood Va
