Olivia’s POV
The wind whipped across the hospital rooftop helipad like a vengeful spirit, slicing through my bloodstained clothes and stinging the open wound on my shoulder. I stood alone under the gray dawn sky, every nerve in my body screaming to run back to Ashton and Ellie. But I couldn’t. Not when Richard held the final card.
My phone buzzed in my hand.
Come to the edge.
I walked forward, legs trembling from blood loss and exhaustion. The city sprawled below like a glittering graveyard of broken promises. Somewhere down there, my husband was fighting for every heartbeat, and my daughter was being hunted by wolves in suits.
A figure stepped out from behind the helicopter hangar.
Richard Sterling.
He looked impeccable despite everything — tailored suit, calm smile, eyes gleaming
