The storm arrived at dawn.
Not with thunder. Not with rain.
But with headlines.
Loud, ugly, and merciless.
“Mia Carter—Not Who She Says She Is? New Report Suggests Kane Bride Hid Criminal Past”
“Kane Scandal Deepens: Secret Police Record Linked to Billionaire’s Wife?”
Mia stood in the marble foyer, phone in hand, as the world lit up around her.
She didn’t cry.
Didn’t shout.
She just… breathed.
One breath at a time.
Lucas came down the stairs slowly. “I just saw it.”
“It’s her,” Mia said. “She found my sealed record.”
He nodded grimly. “Had to have come from a police contact. This wasn’t public, even in sealed files.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Mia said. “She found a way to flip the story.”
Lucas came closer. “It’s a distraction. Nothing more. We hold steady.”
“She’s playing dirty
