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Sophia’s Triumph

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Sophia’s POV

For the first time in years, Sophia Alaric could feel the company shifting — and it was tilting back toward her.

The whispers started early. Soft, poisonous, and everywhere. Damian Cruz was losing his grip. Amara Santos hadn’t been seen in days. The board had called an emergency session to “review executive confidence.”

It was chaos. Beautiful, delicious chaos.

Sophia watched the storm unfold from her glass-walled office, sipping coffee like it was champagne. She had waited too long for this — for the golden boy of Cruz Holdings to finally stumble. For the empire to remember that no dynasty, no matter how rich or righteous, lasts forever.

Her reflection smirked back at her in the window.

“Never mix emotion with power,” she murmured — the first rule her mentor ever taught her. “It makes you bleed where people can see it.”

And Damian Cruz? He was bleeding now.

Down the hall, assistants traded rumors like currency — about Amara’s disappearance, about Damian’s
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