"This is just the beginning."
Rea stared at the cold words flashing on the massive holographic display inside Zeldin's master bedroom, her breath catching in her throat. The glowing text eventually faded into a steady, pulsing security feed of the Lower Sectors, showing the dim, rain-slicked concrete of Giska’s territory falling into absolute financial dark. She could still feel the phantom weight of Zeldin's possessive grip on her waist from their shopping trip to Cyber-Vogue, a heavy reminder that her every breath was monitored, itemized, and owned.
The bedroom itself was vast, a masterwork of cold marble and high-grade silver alloys that overlooked the endless, glittering neon expanse of Neo-Soma. Synthetic incense drifted through the air, carrying a crisp, metallic scent designed
