The woman’s heels struck the marble floor like gunshots—sharp, deliberate, dangerous.Amara slowly lowered the pen, her fingers tightening instinctively around it like a weapon. She didn’t know who this woman was, but every inch of her screamed complication.Tall and poised in a satin pantsuit that whispered wealth, the stranger had cheekbones that could slice glass and eyes that flickered between judgment and fury. Her lipstick was flawless. Her presence? Deadly.Ezekiel didn’t move. His face was unreadable.“I told you not to do this,” the woman hissed, stepping further into the room without invitation. Her accent was laced with clipped, upper-class polish. “And yet, here you are—bringing her into this circus.”Amara stood slowly, the contract forgotten for a moment. “I’m right here, you know. If you have something to say, say it.”The woman’s eyes landed on her, sharp and assessing.“You’re the girl?” she asked.“Woman,” Amara corrected. “Who are you?”“His stepmother,” Ezekiel sai
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