(Adrian’s POV)
Control.
It was the one language I understood better than any other — the one constant in a world that worshipped chaos.
The foundation beneath every victory. The weapon that turned fear into power.
But that morning, as I stood before the wall of glass in my office, the skyline slicing through fog and sunlight, even control felt fragile.
Three screens glowed behind me — headlines screaming in synchronized betrayal.
HART COUTURE REBORN — BLACKWOOD’S EX STRIKES BACK.
SOPHIE HART RETURNS WITH KINGSTON CAPITAL BACKING.
THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE OR THE REBIRTH OF A LEGEND?
The media never wasted time.
They could smell blood faster than sharks.
And Sophie — my Sophie — had just offered them a feast.
A single photograph from the gala had already gone viral: her in that blac
