The morning sun scorched high in a clear sky, mirroring the storm raging within Selina.
This wasn't just an emotional tempest—it was a focused gale, ready to dismantle anything in its path. And today, she would no longer suppress it.
Dressed in a tailored black long-sleeve, double-breasted blazer gown, her sleek, free-flowing hair bounced behind her with every stride. As she strode through the grand lobby, the flash of her crimson-soled low pump heels against the marbled floor mirrored the sharp, commanding red of her lips—a taste of lethal, control, dominance, and fierce dignity—the power she was finally learning to grasp.
She didn't look like a woman who had been dragged through a scandal; she looked like the one who had survived it and returned to collect the debt.
The air in the lobby seemed to chill as she passed. The staff members scrambled to obey her presence, shrinking back at the sheer intensity radiating from her. Whispers died in their throats.
