Gaia stumbled toward the iron gates of Alpha Rio’s mansion, panting, her heels clicking against the cobblestone like war drums in the night.
Her black gown clung to her sweaty body, torn at the hem, her perfectly curled hair now a wild mess around her face.
She looked like chaos wrapped in designer fabric. Her chest heaved, but she forced her chin high like she still belonged there—like she still mattered.
“I want a f*****g bubble bath!” she barked the moment she reached the entrance. “No bubbles, no bonuses. I’ll make sure your heads roll!”
The maids inside froze, their expressions twisting into confusion and discomfort. But it wasn’t until the two armed security guards stepped forward, gripping her gently but firmly—by the arms, that Gaia’s pride snapped in half.
“What the hell ar
