Eleanor’s POV
The sunroom, once a place of morning light and serenity, now felt like a battlefield where the enemy had slipped through my fingers. I stood by the glass doors, my chest heaving with a cold, controlled fury. Amara Vance had run. The girl who I thought was a spineless tailor's daughter had actually found a backbone and walked out into the rain, carrying the one thing that could dismantle thirty years of Wolfe's legacy.
A Wolfe heir born outside of my control. An "accident" that would tie Adrian to that common girl forever.
"She’s gone?"
The voice was sharp, like the clicking of expensive heels on marble. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Serena Sterling. She was wearing a trench coat that cost more than Amara’s entire wardrobe, her eyes bright with a mixture of p
