For years, she had watched from the sidelines—guarding, protecting, waiting for the right moment.
But the world was shifting now.
Damien was moving pieces into place. Forces long kept apart were beginning to collide. And somewhere in the middle of it all… was Maya.
Unprotected from a truth that had been circling her life since the day she was born.
Dahlia closed her eyes briefly.
She had promised Malia that she would help keep that world away from her for as long as possible.
But some legacies… refused to stay buried.
And if the storm was coming—then she would choose how it arrived.
Dahlia took a steadying breath, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun rose now above the green tall trees, painting the estate in strokes of gold. She took her phone out and dialed a number she ha
