Becerra looked at Matthew, the reality of his total ruin finally sinking in. His empire, his money, his freedom—all gone in a single move. “You think you’ve won, Carranza? You think this little girl is going to keep you warm at night? She’s a parasite.”
Matthew looked down at Elena, his expression softening just enough for the world to see, before turning back to Becerra.
“She is my wife,” Matthew said with absolute finality. “And she just took everything you own. Enjoy the gala, Oscar. It’s the last decent meal you’ll have for the next thirty years.”
The Dawn of a New Empire
An hour later, Matthew and Elena stood on the private balcony of the penthouse suite, looking out over the glittering lights of the Seattle skyline. The cool night air whipped through Elena’s hair, but she didn’t shiver. For the first time in her life, she felt entirely warm.
“Marcus just called,” Matthew said, leaning his forearms against the balcony railing. “Becerra and Patricia were arrested in the lobby by federal agents. They didn’t even make it to their cars.”
