The jet touched down at a private airstrip on the outskirts of London, the hum of the engines fading as the cabin lights dimmed.
Ariella stood near the window, staring at the city skyline in the distance.
The empire she had fought to destroy was now hers to control.
Leo, Carter, and Vincent stepped off the plane first, each one watching her carefully, waiting for her next move.
Ariella inhaled deeply, stepping forward.
She wasn't the hunted anymore.
She was the queen of this game now and she had a war to win.
Doubts Within the Circle
The Devereux estate had never felt so suffocating.
Ariella sat at the head of the long mahogany table in the grand study, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.
Leo stood beside her, silent, unreadable.
Carter and Vincent sat across from her, both watching with varying levels of skepticism.
Vincent was the first to break the silence.
"So, darling," he drawled, stretching lazily. "Are we officially crime lords now?"
