The ballroom glittered with light and power, but inside, Amaya was drowning. The file in her clutch felt like a weapon—and a curse.
The crowd erupted in applause as Adrian took the stage. His voice was smooth, confident, every word dripping with control. He was moments away from announcing the merger that Marcus swore would destroy hundreds of families.
Her breath came shallow. She could end him now. Expose him. Destroy him the way he destroyed her father.
But when her eyes met Adrian's across the crowd, everything froze. His gaze found her instantly, as if she was the only person in the room. His expression softened—not the ruthless billionaire, not the enemy, but a man stripped bare for her alone.
Amaya's heart betrayed her.
When the time came, she closed the file.
And chose silence.