Lena stepped out of Damien’s office, the weight of betrayal pressing against her chest like a vice. Leo. The only family she had left. The one person she had always believed would stand by her. She gritted her teeth. Not anymore. Her heels echoed through the marble halls as she made her way to the elevator. The anger boiling inside her wasn’t just about Leo’s betrayal—it was about how blind she had been. How easily she had trusted. But that was the old Lena. The new Lena would make him pay. As soon as she reached the parking lot, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number. “Lena?” The voice on the other end was cautious. “Lucas, I need you to track someone for me,” she said, keeping her tone even. A pause. Then, “Who?” She exhaled slowly. “Leo.” Lucas, one of her most

