Lisa stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of Liam’s penthouse, her eyes locked on the city lights below. Her reflection stared back at her—same blonde hair, same blue eyes—but the woman looking at her now wasn’t the same woman from months ago.
She was sharper now. Tougher. And tonight, she was done playing the victim.
Her phone buzzed on the marble counter. Again.
Tony.
Of course.
Lisa ignored it. Her chest tightened, but she forced herself to breathe through it. She’d spent too long letting that man control her emotions. Not anymore.
She turned away from the window, her silk robe brushing against her skin, and walked back into the living room. The documents Liam had given her earlier still lay on the coffee table—the merger papers for Young Enterprise. Her company. Her legacy.
She
