Chapter 51 Picking Up The Pieces

• The air smelled of scorched concrete and twisted steel. Diego stood on the rooftop of what was once Montero Global’s headquarters, the city skyline fractured by the gaping wounds in the building’s facade. Shattered glass crunched under his boots as he stared at the smoldering ruins below. His empire, his legacy, reduced to rubble.
• A gust of wind carried the acrid scent of burned documents and melted metal. The weight of it all pressed down on his shoulders, suffocating. His fists clenched at his sides. He had built this company with blood, sweat, and ruthless ambition. And now, thanks to Javier’s treachery, it lay in ruins.
• Behind him, soft footsteps approached. Mariana.