JASMINE
The press conference hall buzzed with tension. Hundreds of reporters, several cameras, and flashing lights filled the grand ballroom of the Maxwell Tower.
I stood on the raised stage beside Stephan, our fingers tightly interlaced. My heart pounded so hard that I could feel it in my throat.
The neck brace was finally gone, but the emotional weight of everything we had endured still pressed heavily on my chest.
Today, we were ending Henry's reign of terror right in front of the entire world.
Stephan looked every bit the powerful CEO, tall, composed, and commanding in his suit.
But I could feel the slight tremor in his hand, the barely contained fury beneath his calm exterior.
Grandmother sat to our right in a wheelchair, looking frail but regal, her silver hair neatly styled.
