Soren’s POV
I didn’t go home that night. I couldn’t.
The air in my car felt too tight, too heavy, like I was suffocating under my own name. Celeste’s words kept replaying in my head, every calm, venom-laced syllable twisting into something real.
I wanted to believe she was lying. She always lied. But she’d looked too confident, too sure. And if she was right, then Victor had already started his move.
The moment I reached the office, I ordered the security team to unlock the financial systems. The city outside was quiet, only distant lights blinking through the glass walls. It was well past midnight, but I didn’t care. I’d built my empire from nothing but precision and instinct, and something inside me was screaming that everything I’d worked for was slipping.
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