The Billionaire's Unwanted wife
baby in the cradle had just opened its eyes.
The baby wasn't looking at us. He was looking at the sky, and as he let out a single, piercing cry, the world around us vanished, replaced by a vision of a city that didn't exist—a shimmering, golden version of New York, where the Thorne and Vance empires were not ruins, but gods.
And standing at the centre of that golden city, waiting for us with a small, cruel smile, was the Matriarch.