Villain Ch 1821. Hereditary
"I know," he said eventually. "I walked away from all that. But the fact that this video is resurfacing now?"
He narrowed his eyes. "It means Sophia's desperate. And desperate people don't play fair. Especially not her."
Emma leaned back, head tilted. "So what? She wants revenge? Clout? Or you back?"
Allen scoffed, darkly amused. "If it's the third one, she's really lost it."
Emma chuckled, then her expression shifted—her eyes gleamed, that mischievous sparkle forming. "Still. Just a reminder." She nudged his arm. "You're a Goldborne now."
Allen looked over. "And?"
She grinned. A little too wide. "Maybe it's time you start handling things the Goldborne way."
He raised a brow, but didn't speak since Allen knew what she meant.
Her eyes gleamed with sadistic delight made his skin crawl—in a strangely familiar way. Reminded him of his dad. Of Jordan. "We don't just play defense. We profit off other people's collapse."
Allen stared at her for a beat.
