Chapter 117: The Fight for the Future

The world felt like it was closing in on us, and it wasn't just the weight of our financial ruin or the looming threat of Victor Ashford's next move. It was everything—the betrayal, the lies, the unrelenting pressure that had been building for months. It was the feeling that everything we had fought for was slipping through our fingers, no matter how hard we gripped.

I stood by the window, looking out over the city that had become both our battleground and our sanctuary. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still a dull gray, heavy and oppressive, much like the atmosphere in the house. It was a stillness before the storm—before everything we had worked for was tested once again.

Damien was pacing behind me, his steps heavy with the weight of a decision that needed to be made. Sophie and Lucas were seated at the table, their faces a mix of determination and anxiety, but there was something in the air that suggested none of us knew what would come next.