KARINA'S POV
People often underestimated Karina.
With her soft voice, vintage perfume, and librarian-like elegance, many thought she was just a polished shadow beside the powerful Davis empire. Yet, underneath the pearls and composure was a woman who understood precisely how far a whisper could reach, and how language could construct or destroy empires.
And now, as she stood before the full-length mirror in her private chambers, while fastening a delicate sapphire pin to her silk blouse, Karina was preparing to step into a role she hadn’t claimed in years: her own.
Her phone rang,
Lily, He’s here.
Karina inhaled deeply, adjusting her blouse, and glided with practiced elegance down the mahogany staircase of the Davis residence.
In the drawing room, illuminated by the morning light
