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Controlled.
Like the woman walking toward us didn’t just know who she was—she knew who everyone else wished they were.
Selene Lawlor.
She stepped through the main office like she still owned it.
Like the company wasn’t in her ex-husband’s name, but still pulsing in her blood.
Her dress was white.
Of course it was.
Sharp-shouldered, perfectly tailored, cinched at the waistlike she knew the damage it did. Her heels were nude. Expensive. Her lipstick? Red.
Not smeared.
Not soft.
Weaponized.
I froze before I even saw her eyes.
And then—she looked at me.
Like I was dirt tracked in on her marble floor.
A single, searing glance.
Up. Down.Done.
My stomach twisted.
I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t exist in her world. I was a shadow in her palace.
The office went silent.
Even the assistants fell quiet, backs straighter, posture sharpened.
And the brothers?
They stepped out of their offices one by one.
Loyal went still.
Royal smirked—but it didn’t reach his eyes.
Wolfe? He crossed his arms and leaned back like he was watching something he didn’t want to want.
And Barron?—
God.
Barron looked at her like he’d been shot.
Just for a second.
Just one fucking second.
