Chapter Ten

The moment Grace stepped into the governor's private residence, she felt it , the shift. The staff avoided eye contact. The air was tight with caution. Her father was waiting in the study, blazer off, tie loosened, and a scotch already in hand.

"Didn't expect you this early," Governor Richard Cole said without looking up.

"I didn't expect to wake up to a character assassination with your fingerprints all over it," Grace replied coldly.

He sighed and finally looked at her. "I take it you saw the article"

"I did, And I'm guessing the anonymous source had an office down the hall from yours"

"That's not fair"

"No" She tossed her phone onto the table, screen lit with the headline still glaring. "Because it looks like someone wanted to remind me who's really pulling the strings."

Her father stood. "Grace you aligning with Vale Systems puts a target on all of us. You think the opposition party isn't already drafting attack ads? The headlines write themselves: 'Governor's daughter teams up with corporate villain to push gentrification.'"

"I'm not pushing anything. I'm fixing it," she snapped. "You know that."

"I also know optics matter more than intent in this town."

"So instead of defending me, you fed the fire?"

"I protected your future. You're too close to this man, and too far from your own goals."

Grace laughed bitterly. "Don't pretend this was about me. This was about control. About keeping Vale at arm's length while using my credibility as a shield."

He didn't deny it.

And that silence cut deeper than any argument could.

"Tell me this," she said after a beat. "Would you have leaked that story if Liam Vale was just another CEO? Not a threat to your donors. Not someone I might actually " She stopped herself.

"Might actually what?" her father asked quietly

Grace didn't answer.

The pause spoke volumes.

"I see," he said. "You're letting your guard down for him"

"I'm doing my job," she replied. "And maybe, for once, I'm doing something for me not the party, not your campaign, not your damn narrative."

Her father's expression softened, but it was too late.

"You taught me to fight," Grace said, voice tight. "But you never said what to do when the person I had to fight was you"

She turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"To clean up your mess. Again."

And with that, she was gone heels clicking down the marble hallway like gunshots. Every step was a vow.

She wasn't anyone's pawn.

Not anymore.