Chapter 130 Silent Storms

• The grand hallway of the Kareem mansion glowed under warm sconces, casting soft shadows on the marble walls. The house was unusually quiet for the hour, the kind of silence that presses in like a storm waiting to break.
• From the top of the staircase, Imani stood cloaked in that silence.
• She was barefoot, in a dark silk robe that draped her like a shadow. Her hair was pulled back hastily, no longer polished, no longer pristine. There was something untamed in her posture—something unhinged just beneath the surface.