Orion's POV

Ava's calm composure only fueled the inferno raging within me. The room had become a battlefield, and she stood at the center, claiming victory before the war had even begun.

I clenched my fists, barely containing the fury threatening to explode. Before I could respond, the heavy double doors to the conference room slammed open with a resounding bang.

Every head turned sharply, and there she was—my mother. Who the fuck informed her about this?

Her entrance was dramatic, as always, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. She was dressed impeccably, her figure cutting a sharp silhouette as she stormed inside. Her eyes were alight with...