Chapter 87

• Miranda's POV
• I leaned back in my chair, staring out the window of my Paris office as the sun dipped behind the city’s skyline. Paris had always been a place of inspiration for me, a city of dreams and love. But at that moment, the Eiffel Tower’s glow felt distant and cold. My life had become a whirlwind of responsibilities since my father’s passing a year ago. As his only child, I had inherited everything—his company, his estate, his legacy. Towers Corporations was now my responsibility, and I was determined to prove I could uphold his name.
• Despite the weight of it all, there was one anchor in my life that kept me grounded—my husband, Desmond. Desmond Howard had been my college sweetheart, the man I fell hopelessly in love with and married two years ago. I trusted him implicitly, loved him unconditionally. He was my safe haven in a world filled with boardroom battles and corporate politics. His charm, his smile, the way he supported me even when I doubted myself—it all reminded me why I had chosen him.