The light from the television bathed Selena's face in a cold blue glow as she sat perched on the edge of the plush sofa in her gilded cage—a penthouse that, despite its luxury, remained her prison. Her eyes never left the screen, drinking in the sight of Xavier's perfect world crumbling around him.
A slow smile spread across her lips, satisfaction warming her chest for the first time in days.
"Look at you now," she whispered to Xavier's image on the screen. The once-powerful man looked rattled, his eyes darting nervously as reporters shouted questions. "Not so untouchable after all."
This had Victor written all over it. The precision, the timing, the perfectly orchestrated humiliation. She recognized his handiwork like she would recognize his touch—with every fiber of her being.
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