BEYOND THE CONTRACT
“It’s nothing, darling. I just owe him a little money.”
And now the same man had resurfaced—standing beside Jason.
Sophia’s chest tightened. “Julian,” she whispered. “What if there's more to this than we think”
Julian looked at her sharply, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Then,” he said quietly, “we’re dealing with something much deeper than rivalry.”
The silence that followed was heavy and lingering, stretching between them like a shadow neither wanted to acknowledge.
Outside, the wind howled faintly against the walls. Somewhere in the distance, a car door slammed.