She paused.
"I will pay the one hundred million dollars," Lana said evenly. "But if, after learning the truth, you feel even a shred of shame, then leave Monk Anaro in peace and offer him a proper apology."
Her figure receded, leaving Kevin rooted to the spot, his world quietly collapsing under the weight of truths he had never dared to consider.
With that, Lana walked past him without looking back. The cool night air brushed against her skin as she slid into the car, the faint scent of leather and metal wrapping around her the moment the door shut.
"Back to the mansion," she murmured.
The driver complied at once. The hum of the engine was steady, almost hypnotic, and by the time they arrived, exhaustion had settled deep into her bones.
Lana returned to her room, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto the bed, barely having the strength to think.
The next morning, she woke up to an unfamiliar stillness.
No lingering images. No fragmented nightmares.
