Chapter 141

The morning sun had barely finished rising when Keegan stood before the tall mirror in his room, fastening the cufflinks on his black dress shirt with precise, practiced fingers. The softness from the day before lingered faintly in his chest, but it was now buried beneath a colder calm armor he wore well.

His tie hung loose around his neck with jacket slung over one shoulder. He looked like a man stepping into war with every intention of winning.

Grace was still on his bed, curled beneath the comforter.

He buttoned his collar slowly with his jaw set.

He had tolerated Akim for years. Endured the jabs, the schemes, the little power plays meant to assert control over something Akim never built. But that patience had thinned to a dangerous thread.

Because now, Keegan wasn’t just protecting a company. He was protecting her.

The thought of Akim, of anyone slandering Grace’s name, even in a whisper, was enough to set fire to every last boundary Keegan ha