Chapter 70

Third-Person POV

The elevator climbed toward the penthouse of Pierce Tower, each floor ticking by on the digital display as my stomach tightened with a mix of anger and nervous anticipation. I wore a simple black dress, nothing flashy, nothing designed to impress, and carried the folder containing evidence of Alexander’s secret involvement in my revenge.

When the doors opened, I stepped into a space unlike anything I’d expected. Not the cold, modernist showcase typical of billionaire penthouses, but a warm, wood-paneled sanctuary with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and comfortable leather furniture. Classical music played softly in the background. The wall of windows offered a breathtaking view of Manhattan at sunset, the city transformed into gold and shadow.

Alexander stood by a small bar cart, his back to me. He’d removed his suit jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves, looking more approachable than I’d ever seen him.

“Scotch? Wine? Something else?” h