Sandro had always believed he'd seen every side of Athena—the brilliant scientist, the fierce partner, the loyal friend and lover who had once loved Ewan enough to share in his battles.
But as he sat at the far end of the boardroom now, watching her calmly convince the board to remove Ewan from his own company, he realized there were still parts of her he'd never understood.
His stomach tightened as he listened to her voice—smooth, commanding, persuasive. Each word she spoke was deliberate, woven with logic and authority, and yet there was a quiet venom beneath it, a chill that seeped into the room.
He rubbed his temple, struggling to keep his composure. This can't be happening.
When she pulled out another file from her sleek leather bag, Sandro leaned forward automatically. His breath hitched as she started listing the companies she owned—one after another.
