Lisa slammed the door to the study, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.
She locked it.
Her hands trembled, not out of fear, but rage.
The headlines. The photos. The edited videos.
Tony had declared war. And this time, he wasn’t playing fair.
She grabbed her phone, scrolling through the smear articles again.
“Billionaire Wife or Corporate Spy?”
“Lisa Williams-Styles Exposed: Secret Meetings, Double Life”
Her fingers tightened around the device until her knuckles whitened.
Enough.
She wasn’t the same woman who had begged Tony to love her. She wasn’t the fragile wife who sobbed into pillows after betrayal.
That woman was dead.
Lisa’s phone buzzed.
Unknown Number:
“You’re in the middle of a game you didn’t start, Lisa. But you better learn how to finish it.”
She recog
