The cursor blinked at her like a ticking bomb.
Seated cross-legged on the soft white sofa, Amelia contemplated optional long shadows thrown by the dim penthouse lights. In front of her, Sebastian waited, laptop screen glowing with everything they needed to destroy Isabelle Mercer.
One press of a button.
One anonymous leak.
And Isabelle’s empire would crumble like paper soaked in gasoline.
At what price, however?
Amelia’s chest tightened. Winning was important. Survival was important. But so was the person she had fought so hard to become—the woman who didn’t play dirty even when the world threw mud.
Sebastian's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. “If we do this, she can’t touch you again.”
Amelia turned to him slowly. “And if we do this, we become her.”
His jaw clenched, b
