The moment Ariella learned the truth about Eleanor's bloodline, something inside her snapped into place.
She had fought for power, revenge, survival—but this?
This was personal. Her daughter wasn't just a target.
She was a weapon the Order of the Black Veil wanted to claim.
And Ariella would burn the world before she let them touch Eleanor.
Fortifying the Estate
By sunrise, the Devereux estate had transformed into a fortress.
Leo, Carter, and Vincent coordinated security teams, reinforcing every weak point, locking down surveillance, and setting traps for any potential threats.
Leo moved with lethal precision, barking orders into a comm as Ariella stood in the study, staring at a map of her empire.
Carter entered, his face grim. "No movement from the Order of the Black Veil yet, but that won't last."
Vincent smirked, flipping a knife between his fingers. "Oh, they'll come. And when they do? We'll be ready."
