The next morning, Elira didn’t wait for Damien.
Didn’t wait for explanations.
Didn’t wait to be saved.
She wore red. Not soft, not romantic.
War red.
Blood red.
Power red.
Her heels echoed through the Blackwood boardroom before the men even looked up.
Half of them blinked in confusion. The other half stared like they’d seen a ghost with a crown.
Delilah was already seated, legs crossed, lips curved in amusement.
“Brave,” she murmured. “Or stupid.”
Elira placed a stack of documents on the table with deadly calm.
“I’ve just filed an injunction against Delilah Blackwood’s claim to the company. Based on her own forged signatures.”
Delilah’s smile vanished. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I already did,” Elira said smoothly, taking the seat at the head of the table. “And I backed it with si
