The city lights shimmered below Cambria's penthouse, but her thoughts were as dark as the night that surrounded her. The video of Julian, beaten and terrified, played on an endless loop in her mind. It was a trap, she knew it. Elena was no fool; she never did anything without an agenda. And the woman had just made it personal.
Cambria stood by the window, her fingers curling around the edge of the glass. Elara's voice broke through the silence, sharp, urgent.
"Cambria, you can't be serious about this. Saving Julian? After everything he's done?"
Her eyes flicked over to her sister, who was pacing in the center of the room. Elara's face was tight with disbelief, her brows furrowed in confusion and concern.
"I know what you're thinking," Cambria said, her voice low but steady. "But this isn't just about revenge anymore. It never was. Not really."
Elara stopped pacing, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Then what is it about, Cambria?"
"It's about power," Cambria replied, turning toward her. "The kind of power Elena thinks she has. The kind she'll stop at nothing to wield."
"And what, you're going to play right into her hands?"
"Not play into her hands," Cambria said, her voice growing firmer. "I'm going to take control of the game. And for that, I need Julian."
There was a long silence between them as Elara processed her words, her mind working at full speed.
"And if he doesn't want your help?" Elara asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "What then?"
"Then we make him want it," Cambria said, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "We don't have a choice."
Before Elara could respond, the doorbell rang. Cambria's gaze shot to the door, her heartbeat quickening in a way she didn't want to acknowledge. The sound echoed through the silence of the penthouse, a harbinger of whatever was to come.
Elara moved quickly toward the door, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Cambria stayed still, feeling the weight of the moment. Whoever was on the other side of that door had come for one of two reasons, either to offer an alliance or to set her up for a fall.
Elara opened the door.
Standing in the doorway was none other than Maddox. His jaw was tight, his eyes shadowed by the weight of everything that had passed between them. He was there because he'd always been there, one way or another, whether it was to challenge her, support her, or destroy her.
"Cambria," he said, his voice strained, "we need to talk."
She didn't move, not at first. For a moment, the room felt heavy with unspoken words, the tension crackling between them.
Elara, sensing the storm brewing, took a step back. "I'll leave you two alone."
"Stay," Cambria said, her eyes never leaving Maddox's. She needed Elara's support now more than ever, even if it meant facing Maddox with the knowledge that he could still shatter her at any given moment.
Elara hesitated, but then nodded, taking a seat on the couch, her gaze flicking back and forth between the two of them, ready for anything.
Maddox entered, his footsteps deliberate, each one echoing through the expansive room. He didn't take a seat; instead, he stood just a few paces away, the air thick with uncertainty.
"I saw the video," he said, his voice low, almost apologetic. "The one with Julian."
Cambria didn't respond immediately, but her lips pressed together in a thin line. She knew he'd seen it. She had no intention of hiding it from him. But the fact that he was here, now, meant something. She couldn't quite figure out what that something was yet, but it mattered.
"I didn't ask for that," Cambria said. "It wasn't part of the plan."
"The plan?" Maddox's voice rose slightly, sharp with emotion. "Cambria, we're talking about Julian. Your ex. The man who helped destroy you. And you're telling me you're going to save him?"
"Is that what you think this is about?" Cambria's eyes locked with his, the words heavy between them. "This isn't about saving Julian. It's about taking back what he and Elena think they can steal from me. This is bigger than just Julian, Maddox. It's about Elena's empire. The one she's trying to build over our broken backs. I'm not letting her win."
He stared at her for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. "You don't need Julian to take her down," he said, his voice a mixture of frustration and concern. "You've already done more than enough. You've made her vulnerable. Exposed her."
"I've only made her mad," Cambria replied, her voice hard. "And an angry Elena is dangerous."
"And what about you?" Maddox asked, his tone softening slightly. "What about the price you'll pay for this? You can't keep throwing yourself into this war without consequences. This obsession with revenge is going to consume you."
"I'm already consumed," Cambria said, her voice steady, her words sharp. "This is my war now, Maddox. And if you can't see that, then maybe you should leave."
Maddox didn't move for a moment, the silence between them growing heavier by the second. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter, more vulnerable.
"Cambria, I don't know what to do with you anymore."
She stiffened, the words stinging. But before she could respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced down, her fingers trembling slightly as she read the incoming message. It was from Elara.
"They know. Elena knows we're coming for her. She's preparing for a counterattack. You need to act fast."
Cambria's heart skipped a beat. She stood up abruptly, moving toward her desk, her mind already racing through the possibilities. There was no more time for hesitation.
"Get ready," she said, turning back to Maddox. "We're moving now. We don't wait for them to strike first."
Maddox stepped closer, his hand reaching out, almost instinctively. "Cambria "
But she was already moving, her mind sharp, her focus singular. She wouldn't let anything or anyone stop her from claiming what was hers. Not Maddox. Not Julian. And certainly not Elena.
"I'll handle this," she said, her voice cutting through the air. "You either help me, or stay out of my way."
As she turned to leave, the door slammed open. A figure appeared in the doorway, tall, commanding.
Julian.
His eyes locked with hers across the room, filled with surprise and something darker. Something Cambria couldn't quite place.
"Cambria," he said, his voice low, gravelly. "It's time to end this."
And just like that, the game changed. For the first time, Cambria wasn't sure who the real enemy was anymore.
But one thing was clear: nothing was as it seemed.
The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of his presence suffocating the air. Julian's words hung like a threat, but Cambria didn't flinch. She couldn't afford to show weakness now.
What game was Julian playing, and whose side was he really on?
As the seconds stretched on, one thing was certain: the battle for control was only beginning. And this time, there were no alliances. No rules.
Just power. And vengeance.
And somewhere, hidden beneath it all… a truth waiting to be uncovered.