Cambria's mind raced as the dark figure before her stepped further into the room. Julian Mercer. His presence was like a cold, calculated storm that had waited years to strike, and now, it was crashing down all around her. She had hoped he was a distant memory, but now, standing in front of her, the truth of his betrayal hit harder than anything else.
Her eyes darted to her uncle, who had begun to circle them like a hawk. The tension in the room was suffocating, the weight of what was at stake pressing down on her. If Julian was here, it wasn't just about power and money anymore it was about something far more personal. It was about the wreckage of her past, the fragments of trust and love that had been ripped apart long ago.
"What do you want, Julian?" Cambria's voice was quieter now, her defenses rising. She couldn't afford to be the vulnerable woman he once knew. Not anymore.
