Blake's POV
The media storm had been raging for thirty-six hours, and I felt like I was drowning in its aftermath.
My penthouse had become a fortress under siege, reporters camped outside the building, telephoto lenses pointed at my windows, helicopters circling overhead like mechanical vultures.
I'd stopped answering my phone. Stopped checking the news. Stopped pretending I could control the narrative Sofia and I had unleashed.
"Turn it off," I said as Sofia muted another news segment about Aloe. The television screen showed a loop of footage… Aloe at charity events, looking haunted and fragile, followed by shots of Wakes in his expensive suits, his face a mask of controlled outrage.
"We need to see how this is playing," Sofia argued, but she reached for the remote anyway. "Public o
