Chapter 15 The Battle Begins

• The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lucas’s penthouse, but its warmth did nothing to ease the chill in Emma’s bones. She stood near the counter, her fingers curled around a cup of coffee she had no intention of drinking. The weight of everything—Maxwell’s legal attacks, the media circus, Charlotte’s threats—pressed against her like an invisible force.
• Lucas stood across from her, his laptop open as he scrolled through emails. His expression was unreadable, but Emma knew him well enough now to recognize the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.
• “We have a problem,” he said, breaking the silence.