The penthouse at the top of the Kai Lennox Tower commanded a godlike view of the city. Floor-to-ceiling glass wrapped around the living area, turning the skyline into a glittering carpet of ambition. Elara stood at the windows, arms wrapped around herself, watching the afternoon light fracture across distant skyscrapers. Alexander was napping in the nursery wing, guarded by the soft hum of the baby monitor. For a moment, the world felt almost peaceful.
The elevator chimed.
She turned, expecting staff or perhaps Kai returning early. Instead, Victor stepped into the penthouse like he owned the air itself. His suit was impeccable, charcoal with a blood-red tie. The same commanding presence that had once made her shiver for different reasons now sent ice down her spine.
“Victor,” she said,
