CHRISTINA
The penthouse felt like a tomb.
I stood frozen in the center of the expansive living room, staring at the shattered remains of my phone scattered across the cold floor.
The news alert still burned behind my eyes even though the screen was now cracked beyond repair. The words repeated mercilessly in my mind.
Miller Holdings is now under Maxwell control. All assets have been frozen, and Christiana Miller is facing multiple criminal investigations.
My empire, everything I had spent years clawing together through manipulations, strategic betrayals, and carefully built alliances was collapsing in real time. The empire I had nurtured like a poisonous flower was now withering before my eyes.
A bitter, broken laugh tore from deep in my throat. The sound echoed off the high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city. I staggered toward the bar, grabbed the nearest whiskey bottle with shaking hands, and poured a generous amount into a crystal glass.
