The Shadow Alliance

The mahogany double doors of the Sterling boardroom didn't just open; they were breached. Elena didn't wait for the assistant to announce her. She strode into the suffocating, climate-controlled silence, her heels clicking against the marble like a countdown. At the head of the long, polished table, Julian sat rigid, his suit jacket buttoned tight—a suit of armor against the six men surrounding him. Chairman Halloway had his hands pressed flat against the wood, leaning forward with the predatory grace of a man who thought he’d finally found a flaw in the Sterling foundation.

“The morality clause is non-negotiable, Julian,” Halloway barked, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. “The scandal from the gala has hemorrhaged investor trust. We need a clean break. The marriage is over as of this afternoon.”

Julian’s jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on a ledger, but his posture was a wall. “My marriage is not an item on y

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