Chapter 128: The Enemy's Return

The past few weeks had felt like a fragile peace, the kind that hangs in the air, thick and delicate, like the calm before a storm. But deep down, I knew we weren't out of the woods yet. Not by a long shot. Damien and I had worked tirelessly to rebuild what was torn apart, to restore our reputation, and to pull together the fragments of a life that had been shattered by betrayal after betrayal.

We had done everything right—or at least, we thought we had. But as I sat in the dimly lit office, my fingers tracing the edge of a cup that had gone cold, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. It wasn't just the late-night hours or the constant pressure from the board, or even the lingering dread of knowing that Victor's shadow had never truly left. No, this was something else. Something I couldn't place, but something I could feel in my bones.