Isla Calloway stood on the balcony of her father’s—her—estate, staring out at the city that had belonged to him for decades.
A city now waiting to see if she would rise or fall.
The weight of her decision, the power she had seized, pressed down on her.
She had taken everything from Edward Calloway.
His empire. His men. His life.
And yet, the war wasn’t over.
Not while Catherine Calloway was still out there.
Not while rivals circled like vultures.
And not while Lucas Reyes lay in a hospital bed, recovering from a bullet meant for her.
She had won the battle.
But now?
She had to win the war.
A soft knock echoed against the heavy wooden doors.
Isla didn’t turn.
"Come in," she said, her voice steady.
Marcus stepped inside, his presence strong but quiet.
"We have a problem," he
