Chapter 61

Erica sat at the dining table, absentmindedly swirling her cup of coffee as the morning sun filtered through the curtains. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of revelations, close encounters, and unraveling secrets. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, but something deep within her refused to let her rest. The fight wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

Across from her, Julian paced back and forth. He had been on edge since they received word about Anton Stavos, a name that sent shivers down both their spines. Stavos wasn’t just any criminal; he was a mastermind, someone who had been intricately involved in her father's dealings—and now, possibly, in Ophelia’s.

“I don’t like this, Julian,” Erica finally spoke, breaking the tense silence that had settled between them. “Stavos is unpredictable. He’s ruthless, and he only cares about himself.”

Julian stopped pacing and turned to face her, his expression hard. “I know, but we need him. If we’re going to take down Ophelia, we