KIERAN’S POV
The inside of the Rolls-Royce was deadly quiet and mad. I looked at my hands. My skin still pulsed where Sienna had hooked her arm through mine. My nerves felt raw, like an open wound.
James handed me the tablet. "It is not just a leak, sir. It is an execution."
I looked at the screen. [EXCLUSIVE] THE GHOST OF WOLFE: Is he fit to lead?
The headline did more than pry. It mocked my reclusive nature. The article painted me as a hollow doll for a board ready to cut my strings.
It called me a "ghost king." It questioned whether a brand built on "heart" could survive a CEO who was dead inside.
"Victor," I hissed. The name tasted like cold spit in my mouth.
"He is at the hotel now," James said. "Hosting a gala. He is telling the press your marriage is a 'desperate play' fo
