Hazel’s POV The old stone gazebo at the edge of the Blackwell estate was still covered in wild ivy, but the early spring sun had finally chased the frost from the dark green leaves, leaving them slick with a fresh, vibrant dew. Six months had passed since the night the lights went out in Greenwich, but the real world had a way of clearing its accounts with remarkable speed once the truth was finally allowed to exist. The legal fallout had been relentless, but swift. Richard Sterling had been formally convicted on charges of conspiracy, wire fraud, and industrial sabotage, his corporate empire dismantled and absorbed by the state. Elena was currently facing the stark reality of federal sentencing upstate, her vast offshore capital completely liquidated to pay the massive regulatory fines she had incurred for her betrayal. Blackwell Industries had not only survived the vote of no confidence, but it was thriving. Axel had refused to return to the bloodless, clinical parameters his f
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