The Davenport penthouse felt smaller than ever. The walls, once filled with laughter and power, now seemed to close in on Clarissa. Every phone call, every message, every news headline reminded her of the storm Brian had brought into her world. She stood by the window, looking out at the glittering city, but the beauty below felt like a mocking reflection of her crumbling empire.“He’s everywhere,” Vanessa whispered, standing close to Clarissa. “The press, the board, our social circle, no one is safe. And now, it’s only a matter of time before he comes for you directly.”Clarissa shook her head, trying to control her trembling hands. “I can’t let him ruin me. I won’t. I won’t let him destroy everything I worked for. I can’t,”Vanessa placed a hand on her shoulder. “Then we need a plan. We need to act, Clarissa. We can’t just sit here and wait.”Clarissa’s lips pressed tightly together. “Act? How? Everything we trusted… every ally, every friend, every influence, Brian controls it now