Dominic’s POV
The ballroom glittered with triumph. Strings hummed beneath chandeliers, crystal glasses clinked, and the scent of money and victory filled the air.
Z-Core had done the impossible, it repelled an international takeover, restored investor confidence, and emerged not only intact but stronger. Liana had done it.
Dominic stood near the edge of the crowd, deliberately out of the spotlight. He wasn’t supposed to be here. His name wasn’t on the guest list, his presence not requested. But Liana had known he’d come. She didn’t forbid it, and that was enough.
From where he stood, he could see her across the room. She wore midnight blue, understated but devastating. The kind of dress that made silence stretch around her. Her hair fell loose for once, soft waves framing a face that
