Chapter 95

• LIAM
• I wanted to believe her. She sounded so damn convincing. But then again, Monique had been nothing but convincing since she walked into my life. Five months of her lies, her seamless manipulation, her ability to twist the truth until it was unrecognizable. She could've convinced the devil himself she was an angel. And maybe, in some twisted way, she had.
• But it was my fault, wasn't it? I'd made her this way, or at least invited her vengeance. If I hadn't been so desperate for power back then, so willing to do anything—including wiping her family from existence—I wouldn't be facing this woman's wrath now. She was my creation, a shadow birthed from my past sins. Now, she thought she held the upper hand, and maybe she did. She had already sunk her claws into my empire, leaving it fractured, a shell of what it once was. But she'd miscalculated if she thought she'd beaten me.