Chapter 291

• Leah's POV
• The Miami sun burned through the penthouse windows, a ruthless glare that made the glass shimmer like a fever dream. Eight years had carved lines into my soul, but my stride was sharp, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor of Liam's sprawling office. The place reeked of money—polished wood, leather, and the faint musk of power. I stormed in, my black suit clinging to me like armor, the fabric whispering threats I didn't need to voice. Liam, CEO of the biggest conglomerate on the east coast, sat behind his fortress of a desk, looking like a kid caught sneaking cookies, his tie askew, his face flushed with that boyish guilt he never could hide from me.
• I slammed my fist on the desk, the sound cracking through the room like a whip. "William Joseph Pintard, you son of..." My words caught in my throat as a small, angel-faced boy poked his head out from under the desk, his wide eyes locking onto mine before he shrank back like a startled pup. My rage faltered, snagged on the sight of him, but I wasn't here to play soft. I grabbed Liam by his overpriced lapels, shoving him back into his chair, his frame sinking under my grip. "Son of Carlos Pintard!" I hissed, my voice a blade, sharp and low.