The gala glittered beneath crystal chandeliers. Music drifted through the grand hall, mixing with laughter and the gentle clinking of glasses.
Everything looked perfect.
But every smile felt rehearsed, every glance calculated. This wasn't a celebration. It was a stage, and I was the main event.
I stood near the entrance in a simple dark dress, watching Zara work the room. She was radiant, charming, and surrounded by people eager to hear whatever she had to say.
Then her eyes met mine.
She raised her glass in a silent toast.
She knew we were coming.
She was waiting for us.
"Ready?" Victor asked quietly beside me.
"More than I've ever been." I straightened my shoulders. "Remember, we don't play her game. We change the rules."
Across the room, Samantha caught my eye and gave a sharp
