SILA'S POV The next day at Vane Capital ran like clockwork, but the whole routine felt like it was mocking the storm inside my head. I sat in the top-floor corner office, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city spread out like it belonged to me. Morning light cut across the black marble desk, catching on contracts and glowing screens. My lawyers were already moving—calls to judges, quiet money transfers, pressure on the right people. Theo Sterling’s release was barreling forward on every front. By midday the paperwork looked airtight. Another invisible chain wrapped around Kai, whether he wanted to admit it or not.I closed three big mergers that afternoon without breaking stride. My voice stayed steady on every call, my signature clean on every page. On the outside I was still Silas Vane—ruthless, efficient, untouchable. Inside, my mind kept drifting back ten years, replaying the night Kai found my journal like a loop I couldn’t stop.That journal had been my only safe place after
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