Fiona paced the length of her office after Ethan left. The brandy in her hand, barely touched, felt heavy and cold in her grip. Ethan's words echoed in the silence – You can't stop this – a chilling promise that resonated with a disturbing truth.
She knew the game he was playing, a ruthless, meticulously planned game he might well win.
If Dean lost, Ethan won. It was that simple. Ethan owned Liam. And, as Ethan had so chillingly made clear, he intended to own her as well.
She couldn't let that happen. Not Liam, not herself. But how would she do that? The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. She had no easy answers.
No obvious solution presented itself. She knew Ethan was a force of nature, unstoppable in his pursuit of power. But the game wasn't solely about stopping Ethan
