The weight of the news still hung heavy on Marco’s shoulders as he sat at the head of the long table in the conference room. The walls of the room seemed to close in on him, a suffocating reminder of just how precarious his situation had become. The Sinclairs. Eleanor. They were playing a game he hadn’t even realized had begun.
Adriana stood by the window, her gaze distant as she stared out over the city. The view was magnificent—the skyline of New York stretching out before them, glittering like a thousand tiny stars. But tonight, even the view seemed to mock him. Everything he had fought for, everything he had built, was suddenly at risk. And he couldn’t afford to lose this fight.
He glanced at her, the ever-present tension between them simmering beneath the surface. She had been by hi
