Epilogue-in ruins

The heavy scent of whiskey and cigar smoke clung to the air in Dominic Knight’s private study. The dim lighting cast long, eerie shadows across the room, flickering against the walls like specters of the past. A newspaper lay discarded on the mahogany desk, the damning headline glaring up at them like a death sentence.

“Raymond Wilson and Georgia Wilson Behind Bars: Drug Trafficking Ring Uncovered.”

Dominic’s grip on the newspaper tightened until his knuckles turned white. His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest. His empire—the foundation he had spent decades building—was crumbling beneath his feet. The news had spread like wildfire, and it was only a matter of time before the flames reached him.