Isla Calloway had always believed that power came from knowledge.
The more you knew, the more leverage you had. The more leverage you had, the less likely someone could tear you down.
But tonight?
As she stood in her penthouse, replaying Vincent’s cryptic words in her mind—
"Your fathers didn’t arrange this union for business. They did it to keep a secret buried."
—she realized she might have built her entire empire on a lie.
Lucas stood across from her, his tie loosened, his green eyes dark and unreadable. He had been silent since they left the gala, but Isla could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface.
He was just as rattled as she was.
And that?
That scared her more than anything.
Because Lucas Reyes was never rattled.
"Say something," she finally said, breaking the sile
