The private coastal sanctuary in Sector 1 was bathed in the warm, golden glow of dawn. Outside, the Atlantic waves crashed rhythmically against the granite seawall, the salt-kissed wind carrying the faint, clean scent of pine and ocean spray.Inside the expansive, minimalist master suite, Lily Vance sat propped up against a stack of goose-down pillows, her face flushed with healthy color. The dull, ashen pallor that had haunted her skin during her three years in Saint Jude’s public ICU was entirely gone. Her dark eyes, so like Caleb’s, shone with bright, youthful curiosity as she bit into a fresh strawberry from a silver tray."Are you telling me," Lily said, her voice carrying a playful lilt as she looked across the room, "that you didn't just buy out the hospital... you bought the whole banking system?"Caleb stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, adjusting the cuffs of his bespoke white dress shirt. He turned, a rare, gentle smile softening the hard, predatory lines of his face.