BELLA’S POVWalking into the building that once bore my family’s name feels like stepping into the past, but not the kind you want to relive, more like the kind that haunts you when you least expect it. The familiar scent of polished mahogany and expensive cologne clings to the air, but instead of warmth, it fills me with a sense of betrayal so sharp it tightens around my chest like a vice.I move forward, my heels clicking against the sleek marble floors, a sound that used to command attention but now barely earns me a passing glance. The receptionist, a woman I hired myself, doesn’t even pretend to acknowledge me as she files her nails, chewing gum like she has all the time in the world.“I’m here to see Ethan,” I say, keeping my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.She slowly looks up, her lips curling with amusement as if she’s enjoying the sight of me standing there, stripped of the power I once held. “Does he know you’re coming?”“Just call him,” I reply, refusing t
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