The moment Calla stepped out of the penthouse and into the elevator, the silence hit her harder than the confrontation had.
Her fingers clenched tightly around the silver folder Damian had given her. It felt like a bomb in her hands, humming with the weight of buried truth and the promise of justice—or revenge.
Outside, the sky was turning a soft violet, the city lights blinking alive. She inhaled deeply, letting the cool air hit her face as the driver opened the car door. For once, she didn’t ask to go home.
“Drive,” she said quietly. “Nowhere specific. Just drive.”
The city blurred around her, and Calla let her thoughts wander to what had just happened.
Damian had finally shown her the truth. But why now?
Because he was scared to lose her?
Or because he finally understood what she
