Chapter Eight
The morning light filtered through the tall windows of Sofia’s penthouse, casting soft shadows across the marble floors. The city below was just beginning to stir, but Sofia had been awake for hours.
She stood at the large kitchen island, her untouched cup of herbal tea growing cold as she stared at the open file Elise had left on the counter the night before.
Kingston Enterprises – Internal Stability Report.
Page after page detailed the cracks forming within Aaron’s empire. Board members questioning his decisions. Stocks showing slight instability. Whispers in the financial world of his grip loosening.
Sofia had inflicted the first wound.
And yet, she felt nothing.
She had imagined this moment for years—when Aaron would begin to crumble under the weight of his own mistakes. She had pictured the satisfaction, the triumph.
But all she felt was… hollow.
Her hand drifted to her stomach again, protective. The twins stirred softly beneath her touch, grounding her.
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