Kaia’s POV
Damion thought he could walk away from me.
That he could chase after her like I didn’t exist.
Like I hadn’t spent years by his side, cleaning up his messes, making sure he had the power he craved.
He thought I’d just sit back and watch while he lost himself in Isabelle Everett all over again.
He was wrong.
Because if I couldn’t have him, I’d make sure Isabelle lost everything.
Walter Ryder’s office was a fortress of power.
The heavy oak desk, the walls lined with books on business and law, the dim lighting that made every conversation feel more sinister than it was—this was a man who thrived in control.
Which was why I needed him.
I stood in front of his desk, watching as he finished reviewing a document, his expression unreadable.
Finally, he leaned back, steepling h
