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The world exploded before dawn.By the time Grace woke, her phone wouldn’t stop vibrating—alerts stacking faster than she could read them. News outlets. Financial analysts. Anonymous sources feeding the fire.The Hayes dynasty was unraveling in real time.Jordan stood at the window of the penthouse, city lights flickering beneath storm clouds, his silhouette rigid and unmoving. He hadn’t slept. Neither had she.“They’ve frozen three of the family accounts,” he said quietly without turning. “Two more are under emergency audit. The board is calling for an emergency removal vote.”Grace pushed herself up slowly. “Are you ready for that?”He paused. “No.”Then, honest as ever now, he added, “But I will be.”She crossed the room and stood beside him. From here, the city looked indifferent—uncaring about empires or people.“Victor knew this would happen,” Grace said. “He planned it.”Jordan nodded. “He wanted chaos. He wanted me exposed. And he wanted to see whether I’d choose power or you.

The visitation room smelled like disinfectant and old fear.Jordan noticed it immediately—the way spaces designed for “control” always did. No windows. Neutral walls. A table bolted to the floor. Two chairs on either side.Power stripped down to its essentials.Grace sat beside him, fingers lightly intertwined with his under the table. Her grip was steady. That steadiness mattered more to him than anything else in the room.The door opened.Victor Hayes walked in as if this were a boardroom, not federal custody.His suit was impeccable. His posture straight. Only the faintest tension in his jaw betrayed that this wasn’t his territory anymore.“Jordan,” Victor said smoothly. “You look tired.”Jordan didn’t respond.Victor’s gaze shifted to Grace, assessing. Measuring. Calculating.“So this is the wife,” Victor continued. “You’re… quieter than I expected.”Grace met his eyes without flinching. “I find loud people rarely have anything worth saying.”Victor’s lips twitched—half amusement,

Evelyn Hayes didn’t look like someone who belonged to Victor Hayes.Where Victor was all sharp lines and calculated cruelty, Evelyn was soft around the edges—silver hair swept into a low chignon, pearl earrings, a navy coat buttoned neatly against the cold. But her eyes… her eyes carried the same intelligence. The same weight.Grace noticed that immediately.She stood when Jordan and Grace approached, hands clasped in front of her like a woman attending a funeral.“Jordan,” she said gently. “You look like your mother.”Jordan’s jaw tightened. “You haven’t said her name in years.”Evelyn winced. “I know. That’s why I’m here.”They moved into a private sitting room. Security stayed outside.Evelyn waited until the door shut before speaking. “Victor is going to sacrifice you.”Jordan gave a humorless laugh. “He’s already tried.”“This time,” Evelyn said quietly, “he plans to succeed.”Grace felt the air shift. “Why tell us this?”Evelyn turned to her. “Because you remind me of her.”Grac

Victor Hayes did not strike again with bullets.He struck with stories.Grace woke to her phone vibrating nonstop on the nightstand. Missed calls. Messages. Notifications stacking faster than she could read them. Her chest tightened as she sat up, dread crawling into her throat before she even understood why.Jordan was already awake, standing at the window, phone pressed to his ear. His posture was rigid—too still.“What happened?” Grace asked softly.He turned toward her.And she knew.His face was pale, eyes dark with fury barely held in check. “He went public.”Her stomach dropped. “About what?”Jordan crossed the room and handed her his phone.The headline screamed at her.HAYES HEIRESS IMPLICATED IN MONEY LAUNDERING SCANDAL: INSIDE THE SHAM MARRIAGEHer breath left her lungs in a rush.Below it—photos. Private moments ripped out of context. Their wedding. Her hand on his arm. Her smile twisted into something sinister by careless captions.“She manipulated him,” the article claim

The morning sunlight spilled across the penthouse, warm and golden, painting everything in the soft glow of a fresh start. Grace stirred in the sheets, still tangled in Jordan’s arms, the faint scent of him lingering like a promise she had only just begun to understand.Jordan’s eyes were open, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was watching the city, the skyline that had once been a battlefield now a landscape of possibilities.“Morning,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his face.“Morning,” he replied, voice low, threaded with something softer than usual—something unguarded.Grace smiled. “No crises today?”Jordan shook his head. “No crises. Just… us.”She leaned into him, closing her eyes as his hands settled over hers. “I like that idea.”For the first time in months, neither of them felt the weight of another’s manipulations pressing down. Victor Hayes was behind bars. The public scandal had faded, leaving their names intact, their bond unbroken. The empire’s ruin was