By the time the car pulled up to the grand stone gates of Julian’s private estate, Lena’s breathing had finally slowed. Over the next forty-eight hours, Julian’s private medical staff tended to her injuries, while his high-priced legal team tore Victoria’s life apart from the top down. They didn’t just find evidence of the trafficking attempt; they uncovered forensic financial records proving Victoria had poisoned Lena’s father and forged his signature on the new will.
Three days later, Lena stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian’s library, wearing clean clothes and drinking hot tea, watching the morning sun dry the earth. Julian walked in, holding a leather-bound folder.
“It’s over, Lena,” he said quietly, handing her the papers. “The police arrested Victoria and her accomplices at the border last night. Your father’s original will has been recovered and verified. The house, the family company, and your freedom are legally yours again.”
Lena looked up at the billionaire who had opened his car door to a terrified, barefoot stranger in the middle of a wasteland. “How can I ever repay you for this?”
Julian offered a rare, genuine smile, looking out at the clear blue sky. “Just live a good life, Lena. The storm is over.”
