The first thing Alyssa did was stop reacting.

No more emotional responses. No more rushing into rooms with her heart pounding faster than her strategy. Davin thrived on chaos—on watching people stumble, collide, destroy each other for him. If she wanted to stop him, she had to become something colder than his expectations.

She locked herself in the legal war room just after midnight.

The glass walls reflected her figure endlessly—sharp silhouette, eyes focused, posture unyielding. The city outside was quiet, but inside her mind, every document, every clause, every loophole screamed for attention.

Davin’s acquisition plan was elegant. Brutal. Nearly untouchable.

Nearly.

Alyssa spread the files across the table:...