Chapter 17
Elias held her gaze, a rare, soft smile touching the corners of his weathered eyes. "I think," he said softly, "my contract with this company has an indefinite extension clause. Provided the CEO doesn't work me too hard."
"Oh, you'll earn your paycheck," Caroline teased lightly, walking around the desk to stand beside him. "We have an entire conglomerate to clean up, subsidiaries to audit, and a legacy to rebuild from the ashes."
"Then I'm right where I want to be," Elias answered, his voice steady and reassuring.
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For the first time since the night of the fire, the phantom chill of the ocean water vanished from Caroline’s chest. She wasn't just a survivor anymore. She was the architect of her own redemption.
Meanwhile, miles away behind thick glass and double-locked steel gates, Isabella Vance sat alone in her cell, staring blankly at the grey wall. Her wedding necklace—confiscated as primary evidence—lay locked in an airtight federal vault, a glittering monument to greed and betrayal that had cost her everything.
