“Rose, are you sure about this?” Markus’s voice was tense across the table. The small office they had rented felt more like a battlefield now. In front of Rosemary, a laptop sat open—ready to stream a video that could destroy Cassandra forever.

Rosemary stared silently at the glowing screen. Her breathing was heavy; her eyes were red and swollen, her face bruised and tired. Yet her determination burned brighter than the fear in her chest.

“I’ve already lost everything, Markus,” she said quietly. “My reputation, my family, my grandfather… even the people I once loved. What else is there to fear?”

Markus studied her expression. “You’re going up against the...