Serena’s POV
The penthouse is a beacon of quiet victory, the early morning light streaming through the windows, illuminating the dining table cluttered with rescue plans, USB data, and the note from Nadia—“Elena’s next move is personal.” The air carries a faint hint of jasmine from my perfume, a lingering echo of the closeness with Adrian—his kiss on the sofa, his arm around me, a moment of solace that steadied my soul. I stand by the window, my blue dress soft against my skin, my hair tied back, my mind a whirl of relief and anticipation. Jake’s rescue from the warehouse, his tearful recounting of Nadia’s threats, has turned the tide, the twins’ testimony and Victor’s confession bolstering our case. Yet, Elena’s personal vendetta—hinted at by the note—casts a shadow, a final hurdle in th
