Global Economic Forum – Zurich, Switzerland
The world's most powerful men and women gathered under one dazzling glass dome, a silent battlefield masked by champagne toasts and elegant diplomacy.
Selina entered the hall in a pristine white tailored suit, the color a bold declaration of her rebirth. Her heels clicked with quiet authority, every step calculated, every glance exchanged in her wake laced with unspoken power.
Damian, recovered and regal in a sharp black tuxedo, flanked her right side—a symbol of unwavering loyalty and strength.
She was no longer the woman who had begged for survival. She was the storm that rebuilt her own empire from the ashes. And now… it was time to remind the world who held the true power.
Her presence was like a freshly unsheathed blade—gleaming, flawless, and lethally precise.
Scene Switch – Private VIP Lounge
Selina received a sealed envelope, the wax insignia unmistakable.
The symbol of the long-forgotten Shadow Council—the real power behind global wealth and destruction.
Her fingers hesitated for a brief moment before breaking the seal.
Inside, a single line written in bold, crimson ink:
"One empire falls. Another rises. Are you ready to wear the crown of shadows?"
Damian's voice broke the heavy silence.
"You don't have to answer them, Selina. You've fought enough."
Selina's eyes remained fixed on the words, her mind already moving ten steps ahead.
Every choice she made now wasn't just for herself. It was for the legacy she'd leave behind. For the empire she'd promised to build for her son… a future free from manipulation or chains.
The temptation before her felt like standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a kingdom made of glass—beautiful, fragile, and one wrong step away from ruin.
Selina stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the glittering cityscape.
Her reflection stared back at her—no longer the broken woman of yesterday, but the queen of tomorrow's storm.
She turned to Damian, her voice low and decisive.
"Prepare the jet. We're going to Geneva."
From the shadows, an unseen figure watched their every move, his eyes cold, a faint smile curling his lips.
"The Queen thinks she's ready," he murmured into his earpiece. "Let's see if she can survive the real battlefield."