|Draven's POV|
|Flashback|
The private villa is bathed in soft candlelight, the ocean breeze filtering through the open terrace as Casmira leans back against the sun lounger, her bare legs stretched out in front of her. A bottle of aged wine sits between us, the condensation beading against the glass as we sip in silence, watching the waves roll onto the shore.
It's one of the rare moments of peace between us. No pretense, no audience. Just her and me.
She exhales slowly, the tension in her shoulders melting as she tilts her head toward me. "You know, people think I took over Young Conglomerate for the power, for the money." She gives a short laugh, shaking her head. "But that's not it at all."
I glance at her, intrigued. "Then why?"
She swirls her wine glass, watching the deep red
