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Chapter 73: Cracks in the Throne

Author: Judith C-Tagoe
last update publish date: 2026-03-13 06:51:28

Aria’s POV

The air in Evans Grant’s office had changed.

It was subtle at first. A shift so slight it might have gone unnoticed by anyone who hadn’t spent the past hour standing perfectly still, measuring every breath.

But I felt it.

The quiet confidence that had filled the room earlier—thick and suffocating like cigar smoke—was gone.

Something else had taken its place.

Suspicion.

Evans stood behind his desk with his phone still in his hand, staring at the dark screen as if it might betray the a
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