Ava's POV

The moment Priscilla Miller walked in, it felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of the room. Her presence was a storm, silent at first but filled with the promise of devastation.

She closed the door behind her, her eyes cold and confrontational as they landed on me. She looked pristine in her tailored green suit, every inch the formidable matriarch of the Miller empire.

“I should have known I’d find you here,” she said, her voice like a whip crack. “Playing your little games. Trying to seduce my son now, aren't you?”

I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her see how her sudden appearance rattled...