Louis’s POV
I sat in the dimly lit hotel room, swirling the wine in my glass as I waited for the perfect moment to call her. Samantha Blake. The name alone made my blood boil. She had the world at her feet now, while I had nothing. But tonight wasn’t just about revenge—it was about playing my cards right, making her think she had a choice, making her believe that I wanted something reasonable.
I’d crafted the plan carefully. The idea of “making peace” was just the bait to lure her here. Samantha liked to think she was in control, that she could manage any situation. But she’d always underestimated me.
I placed the wine glass down and picked up my phone, dialing her number.
She answered on the second ring, her tone sharp. “What do you want, Louis?”
I leaned back, letting a calmness set
