Three weeks later, Emily stood in the penthouse that had once been Alexander's fortress and was now their shared sanctuary. Hong Kong spread beneath them, glittering and alive, but inside these walls was peace.
The past weeks had been a whirlwind of legal proceedings, board meetings, and media attention. Eleanor's body had been recovered from the ravine on the fifth day of searching—conclusive evidence that she hadn't survived the fall. The coroner's report confirmed what they'd suspected: death on impact, no possibility of survival.
Eleanor Drake was truly, finally gone.
And in her absence, everything had changed.
Alexander stood by the windows now, phone pressed to his ear, speaking with Julian about restructuring Drake Industries. The board had unanimously voted to invalidate all contracts signed under duress and restore Alexander as CEO. But instead of returning to his old position of absolute control, Alexander had done something Emily never expected.
