Gianna sat frozen as the glowing spreadsheet illuminated the room, her chest tightening as she stared at Arthur Beckett's name printed in cold, digital ink.
A turbulent wave of mixed emotions crashed over her. The Becketts. They were the ones who had thrown her a lifeline when she was drowning. When every other major fashion and jewelry house in the city would have slammed their doors in her face or given her a low position, treating her like a pariah, Arthur Beckett had personally handed her a platform to scale her designs.
But as the initial shock faded, the reality of what the Club truly was settled into her bones, and her heart solidified into ice.
The Club had collectively sanctioned the hit on her family. They had given Caesar the green light to erase her mother's legacy and reduce her life to ash. And what was to say that Arthur's benevolence wasn't just a calculated chess move for his own gain?
