Third Person’s POV

Meanwhile, on the other side, Penny leaned back in the leather chair, swirling the last drops of wine in her glass. The apartment was quiet, the city’s hum below barely reaching my ears. Her body still thrummed with the aftershocks of what she had done to Don. His betrayal had been sweet revenge, yet the satisfaction was fleeting. There was more to be done, much more, and the taste of power was addictive.

Her mind replayed every detail—the moment his lips had grazed hers, the false intimacy, the thrill of control. But underneath it all, a cold, calculating thought emerged. This was only the beginning. Don had...