The stolen documents were spread out on the table, a blueprint of chaos ready to catch fire.
Ariella traced the pages with her fingers, her stomach churning at the evidence in front of her. Silas Vaughn had ordered her mother's imprisonment. He had taken everything from her family. Years that she can't bring back.
But now?
It was time to take him down.
Leo sat opposite her, his dark eyes filled with rage. "We need to act before he figures out what we have."
Carter crossed his arms. "He's already aware of what we have"
Ariella took a deep breath. "Then we ensure he can't use that information."
Vincent grinned from the side. "I love it when you talk about war."
Ariella smiled back. "Great. Because that's exactly what we're about to begin."
Silas Vaughn saw himself as a king, but kings often made one big mistake—they thought they were untouchable.
Ariella had no intention of playing by his rules.
