The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Yvette Jennings' POV

The heels of my boots clicked with precision down the marbled hallway. Every staff member who passed by bowed lightly, instinctively averting their gaze. They knew better. I didn't tolerate incompetence. And I sure as hell didn't entertain betrayal.

I stopped in front of the towering window of my office—overlooking the skyline like a queen gazing upon her realm. But even now, this view didn't bring the same satisfaction. Not without him.

I clenched the paper in my hand—a final article confirming Abigail Bardot's brutal execution. Her company—Bardot Industries—was ashes.

Her reputation? Vaporized.

I let out a cold, short laugh.

"Serves her right. A woman who cheats on her husband deserves worse than headlines."

I crushed the article in my hand.

My assistant Oliver stood silently behind me, knowing well not to interrupt when my fury simmered like this.

"Tell me something, Oliver," I said, voice like ice. "When did loyalty become so... unfashionable?"

He cleared his throat carefully. "I couldn't say, ma'am. But you've never been known to follow trends."