se penthouse window, Thorne Towers glittered like a crown of fire in the New York skyline. A fitting image, considering what he'd just done: ta

e stretch around him, let it settle over his chest like armor. The taste of victory linger

ne Th

knuckles whitened around the stem of her wine glass, the twitch of her jaw as she held back words sharper than knives. That fury had danced in her eyes green, if he reme

led, s

something in him, something more than comp

y shifting their allegiances. A text from a senator's aide. Tens of congratulatory emails from his own executive team. He expected as much, ever since the death of Damien Thorne's on

in his hand. He picked it up and

ness partner. A man who understood the game Nathan was playing. A man who, in some ways, had helped

could say that. The st

the e

he press is circling. And Damien Thorne has made the first mistake by publicly choos

won't mak

the company, Nathan had made it his to do to know those he wo

hen Conrad spoke aga

out her own reputation anyway. And she has fire God, does she have fire." H

her. You're either about to destroy her or f

to this height, infiltrate the Thorne empire to fall for anyone. The pla

houlders, sharp eyes, a jawline people in interviews called "commanding." His press nickname came to mind: "The Company Killer". A title earned

first job was flipping burgers, then temp jobs, then university on scholarship. No shortcuts. No

had this n

to mean somethi

ths ago, I put the proposal on Damien's desk. A merger of equals, I told him. But I knew from t

playe

acy." Nathan smirked. "But the truth? I'm not interested

ng silence on

t how dangerous dynasties are when

ed, slow and full of

se two will sta

e below. A kingdom built on secrets, blood, and ruthless

d, there would be only on

an W

ing tugged at him again, not strategy, not n

ne Th

en easy getting rid of them and laying waste to all their efforts

bout the challenge she would pose or i

be

s going to