Soren wiped his knuckles, chest rising with controlled fury as Laz staggered back against the polished marble wall.
“You’ve leaked videos,” Soren growled. “Buried files. Paid off investigators. But this?” He took a step forward. “You went after her.”
“She’s a threat to everything we’ve built—”
“She’s the mother of my child.”
Laz smiled, blood smeared across his bottom lip. “Exactly.”
Soren lunged again, but security broke it up before it got messier.
The boardroom was silent as the brothers were dragged apart, but the message was clear.
The war wasn’t about business anymore.
It was personal.
It was blood.
And one woman was at the center of it all.
Meanwhile…
Elira stood in the pouring rain, staring at the cemetery gate.
Her mother’s grave was hidden under weeds, forgotten by t
