The scent of jasmine lingered in the crisp night air as Selena Gozon sat with Joule on the terrace, her posture relaxed, yet her words sharp with intent. The silver moon cast a glow upon the garden below, illuminating the quiet power that surrounded their estate—a power that Selena had wielded for years, honed like a finely crafted blade.
Joule took a slow sip of his tea, his mind still reeling from the weight of his mother’s proposition. Marrying Neoma permanently—securing the Belmonte fortune not just as a symbolic victory in the Marriage Game but as a long-term consolidation of wealth. It wasn’t just about Neoma; it was about their family, their banking empire, their entire legacy.
She observed him with quiet amusement, recognizing his hesitation as something inevitable—but ultimately
