Chapter 20

Author’s POV
Jordan slumps back against the velvet cushions of the VIP couch, his head rolling to the side as he slips completely unconscious to the world. He is utterly oblivious to the room, oblivious to the sheer, earth-shattering weight of what he has just revealed to the men around him.
His inner circle stands frozen, stunned into absolute silence. For five years, they had all operated under a single, universal truth: Rosalina was the convenient placeholder, the quiet, obliging orphan who could be ignored, insulted, or cast aside whenever Minerva called. They had sneered at her behind her back, called her a gold digger, and waited for the day Jordan would finally tire of her.