The air outside the penthouse was chill, but Jerry barely noticed as he leaned against the railing of his rooftop terrace, the city lights unstable as it turned on and off within a few intervals.
He had underestimated Regina.
Again.
He thought the contract meant something on paper only—that it was just a bridge he’d burn later. But Regina didn’t build bridges. She set traps. Elegant, silent, and legal.
And now, she has mentioned secrets.
Secrets that could crumble everything.
Not just for him.
But for Aria.
He tightened his jaw.
He couldn’t let that happen. Not again.
Downstairs, Regina sat in her temporary guest room. She’d made no effort to leave after their argument. Instead, she poured herself another glass of wine and opened her laptop. Her eyes moved with no steady directi
