The world was loud, but our home was quiet.For the first time in weeks, the penthouse wasn’t buzzing with phone calls, security briefings, or Marcus pacing with sarcastic commentary. The news outside was relentless—headlines of Clara’s arrest, her empire collapsing—but inside these walls, there was peace.I sat on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket, the city glittering below me like a living galaxy. The night had that fragile stillness that only comes after storms—the kind of silence that hums with leftover electricity. The air smelled faintly of rain and smoke from the streets below, as if the city itself was finally exhaling after holding its breath too long.Inside, there were traces of the chaos we’d survived—folders stacked on counters, muted news alerts blinking red, half-empty coffee cups. But for once, none of it mattered.Maya was asleep in her room, safe and smiling again. For the first time in a long time, I could breathe without fear.Adrian appeared behind me, two mugs of
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