I didn’t sleep that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kieth’s face — the look in his eyes before he walked out. That mix of fury, confusion, and something else I couldn’t name. Something that terrified me even more than his anger.
Because I had seen a glimpse of the man beneath the control — the one people whispered about in boardrooms and news headlines. The man who built an empire with his bare hands and destroyed anyone who stood in his way.
If that version of Kieth decided to hunt Andrew… then blood would spill.
By morning, the house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that wasn’t peace, but pressure. Even the maids moved more carefully, like they could feel the tension in the air.
I tried to go about my morning — shower, dress, coffee — but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling.
