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Noah's private hangar has so many things going—the sound of footsteps bouncing off the concrete walls, the wind carrying the faint scent of jet fuel and Sienna standing to the side. Her phone is pressed tightly to her ear, her free hand fidgeting with the edge of her jacket. The call fails again. The flat, robotic tone of a disconnected number feels colder than the air around her. She pulls the phone away and stares at the screen. “Come on, Mia,” she whispers under her breath, her thumb hovering over the redial button. She presses it, more out of desperation than hope. The same result—no answer. Noah is leaning against the plane’s open steps, his sharp eyes fixed on her. His arms are crossed. “Sienna, stop,” he almost barked at her. “She’ll call when she’s ready.”Sienna’s restrains the fight in her threatening to spill out. “You don’t get it,” she snaps, turning toward him. “This isn’t just some petty argument. She’s my best friend, Noah. What if something’s wrong?”Noah pushes off

The silence that follows Noah’s stunned whisper is short-lived. “That’s no way to greet your mother, boy,” Mrs. Emily King says, her voice carrying the kind of authority that demands attention. She steps further into the room, her poise commanding. Her aura is regal, her tailored coat perfectly framing her lithe figure. If not for the faint lines etched near her eyes, it would be impossible to guess her age. Noah is the spitting image of her, with the only noticeable difference being his eye color.Noah doesn’t hesitate. He strides forward and wraps her in a firm embrace, the rare softness in his expression reserved only for her. Emily smiles, patting his back, though her movements are brisk, as though affection is a transaction she’s unpracticed in giving. “You could’ve given me a heads-up,” Noah says, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “I would’ve sent someone to pick you up.” She arches a brow, an amused glint in her eye. “So you could come up with excuses for why I s

Noah has barely left when the door opens again. Sienna looks up, surprised, thinking he might have come back inside. But when she turns, her eyes meet an unexpected guest. Emily steps in, her expression unreadable except for the faint curve of her lips that doesn’t quite qualify as a smile. “Well,” Emily says, taking in the room before letting her gaze settle on Sienna. “Still here?” Her tone is light, almost playful, but there’s a sharp edge beneath it, restrained but unmistakable. Sienna stiffens. She wants to respond, but the words won’t come. Should she get defensive? Or just let Emily have her moment? Emily steps further into the room. “Did Noah ever tell you about the time he almost ended his life?” she asks, her voice eerily calm as she begins to pace, her hands clasped behind her back. Sienna freezes, unprepared for the bombshell Emily has just dropped. The words hit her like a blow. It’s new and shocking—a reminder of how little she truly knows about Noah’s past. Th

The news spreads like wildfire, tearing through the city faster than anyone could have imagined. The bomb blast at the residence of the acting CEO of Paragon Group is on every channel, every radio station, and every social media feed. Headlines scream catastrophe, and the once-quiet neighborhood is now a chaotic war zone of flashing lights, wailing sirens, and ash-filled air. Emergency vehicles crowd the narrow street, their red and blue lights painting the smoky night in an eerie, pulsating glow. Firefighters in heavy gear move in synchronized chaos, spraying what remains of the house with water, though it's clear there's nothing left to salvage. The structure has been reduced to a blackened skeleton, smoke curling from its charred beams like ghostly fingers clawing at the night sky. The acrid scent of burnt wood and chemicals clings to the air, choking anyone who dares to venture close. Police officers cordon off the area with bright yellow tape, their faces grim as they direct

Nile stands directly behind him, his arms crossed in front of him, a picture of quiet intensity. His eyes are fixed on some point ahead, his gaze unwavering. In one hand, he grasps a brown envelope, its edges slightly worn, as if it's been handled many times before. His grip on the envelope is firm, his fingers wrapped tightly around it, as if he's hesitant to let it go.Aurora clears her throat as she begins. “Mr. Knight, the purpose of this meeting is to discuss the future leadership of Paragon Group. With the tragedy that has struck us, the company can't afford to remain leaderless. We must move forward. Positions need to be filled, projects need oversight, and decisions need to be made.” Noah lets out a chuckle, one devoid of humor. He leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he finally looks up. “So, what is this? Are you telling me or asking me?” Aurora’s lips twitch, but she maintains her composure. “We’re telling you,” she says firmly, “because we’ve made a decision