Hunter stood before the window of his private office on the villa’s top floor. The view of the city, veiled in morning mist, held no interest for him. His thoughts were fixed on only one thing: Sophia Joy.

The woman was not just a fragment of his past—she was a thorn that had nearly destroyed everything Hunter had built.

Monique entered without knocking, a tablet in her hand, her face grave.

“I just received the financial report on Sophia’s shell company,” she said quickly. “And you won’t believe who’s involved.”

Hunter spun around. “Who?”

Monique handed him the tablet. On the screen was the name of the company’s primary investor:...