The walls were lined with power.
Not in the way of Calloway Tech’s glass-and-steel corporate kingdom, where numbers ruled and boardrooms dictated empires.
No.
This was something older, darker, unshakable.
Power that didn’t need votes or contracts.
Power that existed in whispers, in alliances sealed with blood, in debts that could never be repaid.
And Isla?
She had just walked straight into its clutches.
The moment she stepped out of the black car that had whisked her away from Lucas, she realized the truth.
She wasn’t in control.
Not here.
Not in her father’s world.
The Kingmaker’s estate wasn’t just a house.
It was a fortress.
A sprawling mansion hidden deep in upstate New York, surrounded by thousands of acres of untouched land—no neighbors, no roads leading in or out witho
