The moonlight spilled through the tall glass windows of the penthouse, shimmering against the marble floors and catching the dust in the air like glitter. Alma sat by the fireplace, her silk robe loosely tied, a cup of untouched black coffee beside her. She hadn’t slept since the encounter in Casablanca.Across from her, Julian paced shirtless, sweat gleaming on his toned chest, a Glock tucked into his waistband, ever-ready, ever-alert."You think she's gone for good?" Alma asked, voice low.Julian stopped pacing, his gaze dark. "Valeria doesn’t retreat. She recalibrates. That wasn’t defeat. It was a test."Alma stared into the fire. “She’s not just my sister, Julian. She’s me, rebuilt for war.”Julian walked over, crouched, and took her hand. “You’re not a machine. You bleed. You feel. That’s your power.”She didn’t reply. Not yet. Because deep down, she knew something darker was coming, something Damien had planned long before she took control of Ashford Industries. And she was righ
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