Monaco was behind them, but the aftermath surged like wildfire. Every news channel played the same loop—Novak arrested in front of Europe’s elite, evidence leaked to the world. And the revelation of Arthur Guilford as a silent financier lit up social media like a scandal born for fire.
Mia watched the reports from the living room of Richard’s family estate in Marseille. The mansion was quiet—too quiet for a day of victory. But the storm inside her never ceased.
Richard walked in, holding two cups of tea. He set one before her and took the other for himself. “You haven’t said a word since we landed.”
“There’s nothing left to say,” she replied, voice numb. “He was my father.”
“And he chose power over blood,” Richard said softly.
The ache in Mia’s chest throbbed like a bruise that wouldn
