That night, something felt off inside the penthouse. The silence wasn’t peaceful; it was heavy, thick, like the walls themselves knew trouble had already stepped in. Caspian stood at the head of the long glass table, the city lights glowing behind him, making him look even more untouchable, more dangerous. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, untouched, his attention elsewhere. When he called a meeting like this, it was never small. It meant something serious had already started.Everyone was there: Ethan, Marco, Dante, Ray. No one spoke. No one even dared to shift too much. The tension in the room held them still.Lia stood near the wall, one hand resting over her stomach. She wasn’t supposed to be there. He had told her to stay in the room, to stay safe. But she came anyway. And he didn’t send her away. His eyes met hers for a brief second, and that one look was enough to stay close, don’t move. She listened without him needing to say it again. There was something in the way he l
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