My husband’s secretary stopped me at the door. Then she mentioned his “wife and son.” Everything changed.

A subtle shift occurred in the static of the cellular connection. “We do,” Victor murmured, his tone dropping a fraction of an octave into something lethal. “What happened there, Viv?”

“Dominic brought another woman to his corporate gala. He is parading her around as his wife. His secretary just threatened to have security drag us out into the freezing rain. Sophia is crying, Victor. Her heart is broken.”

An absolute, terrifying silence radiated from the other end of the line. I knew the protective older brother had just evaporated, replaced entirely by the cold-blooded executioner.

“I see,” Victor said softly. “That arrogant little nobody has forgotten his exact place in the food chain. What do you require from your brothers, Viv?”

I looked up at the opulent crystal chandelier hanging above the marble floor. “I want you to obliterate him, his new mistress, and every single executive who enabled this. Rip away every dime, every title, and every piece of status they believe they own. Strip them to the bone.”

“Understood. The operation initiates now,” Victor stated. “Take Sophia and leave the building.”

“No,” I replied, my voice hard as flint. “I am going to watch the end of their world with my own two eyes.”

“Give me exactly three minutes,” Victor said.