Harrison POV
The sun had barely risen when I leaned back in my chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in my hand despite the early hour. The amber liquid gleamed in the light streaming through my office window, as if toasting my inevitable victory.
“Open the gates,” I instructed my head of security through the intercom. My tone was calm but firm, laced with the certainty that Juliette would be here any moment.
“Yes, sir,” came the swift reply.
I murmured to myself continuously, She will come. Of course, she would. Juliette wasn’t stupid—desperate, yes, but not foolish enough to drag this into a courtroom. She knew as well as I did that no judge would side with her against me. I was a man with resources, influence, and a carefully constructed narrative. She had no chance.
I placed the glas
