The news cycle devoured Rowan Harlow’s downfall like wildfire.
Cable networks dissected every leaked document. Former employees came forward with shaky testimonies. Anonymous voices filled the silence Elowen had endured for years. Social media exploded with outrage. Hashtags trended. Protesters stood outside Harlow buildings holding signs that read Justice for Elowen.
But Elowen didn’t bask in it.
She didn’t smile.
She didn’t celebrate.
Because she knew a man like Rowan didn’t drown. He burned—and tried to take everything with him.
She sat alone in the upstairs library of the island estate, scrolling through security footage on her tablet. Night-vision cameras flickered with movement along the tree line. Landon had insisted on surrounding the property with armed guards.
It still did
