Kairo had always been a man who thrived on clarity. His world was built on precision—numbers, transactions, alliances, strategies.
But lately, nothing felt clear. It wasn’t the business. It wasn’t the market. It wasn’t even the undercurrents of power that usually demanded his focus.
It was Arielle.
For weeks, he had watched her with sharp, disciplined eyes, keeping his suspicions folded close to his chest. A mistake here, a glance there—nothing obvious, but enough to keep him alert.
And yet, in between those moments of doubt, something else had begun to creep in. Something he hadn’t expected.
He was noticing her differently.
Kairo leaned back in his office chair that afternoon, fingers resting lightly on the armrests, eyes trained on the large glass window that overlooked the courtya
