Lisa stared at the message on her phone for a long time.
Next step: Choose a side. Destroy Liam’s empire—or lose everything.
Her thumb hovered over the screen.
Her heart raced, but her face remained calm. She had mastered the art of looking composed while falling apart inside.
Her mind replayed the masked figure’s words from the hotel suite. The file still lay open on her desk, mocking her. Each page was a stab to the chest.
Her father’s downfall wasn’t an accident.
It was calculated.
Engineered.
By the Styles family.
Her husband’s family.
Her husband.
Or was it?
Her chest tightened. Part of her refused to believe Liam had known. His kindness wasn’t fake—was it?
But betrayal had a way of wearing a sweet mask. Tony had taught her that.
Lisa closed her laptop slowly and rose fr
