The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Yvette Jennings' POV

The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in my high-rise office as I reviewed the quarterly reports on the Jennings Corporation's global expansion. Numbers were stable. Profits strong. As always.

But my mind... it wandered. Again.

Where are you, Owen?

Even with the divorce finalized months ago, his shadow haunted my days more than I wanted to admit. I kept telling myself I was free, that he meant nothing, but... my hand always paused when his name showed up in old internal memos. And today was no different.

Just as I leaned back in my chair, the glass doors opened without warning—something only one man dared to do.

"Grandfather?" I stood up instantly. "You could have called."

Alex Jennings. The lion of our family. Once the king of empires, still sharper than most men in their prime despite his age. He walked in with that signature cane and twinkle in his eye that usually meant trouble.

"I don't need to call when I'm walking into my granddaughter's own building," he said with that regal smile. "Besides, I'm here on important business."

I raised an eyebrow. "Corporate?"

"Personal."