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Whitney’s emotions churned within her, a storm of suppressed feelings as she prepared for her return to Banyan City. The thought of Tiana sent a sharp, icy pang through her chest. Once so full of confidence and promise, Tiana had been shattered by Elaine’s cunning manipulations. The injustice of it all gnawed at Whitney’s insides, igniting a fierce, cold anger that burned brighter than anything else. Yet, even as she seethed with anger toward the woman who had been so cruelly broken, Whitney knew she had bigger plans. Her return to Banyan City wasn’t about settling old scores or healing past wounds. It was about taking back what was rightfully hers, regaining control over her life, and making the ones responsible for her suffering pay for their sins.
Bryce, always the quiet observer, could sense the change in Whitney. He saw the coldness in her, the sharpness in her movements, and the chill in her eyes. But he said nothing, choosing to remain silent. He had been patient for years, waiting for the woman he had once loved to come back to him. But now, as he watched her retreat into herself, he wondered whether the Whitney he knew still existed. Her aloofness no longer troubled him—it had only steeled his resolve to stay by her side. Still, a part of him feared that with each passing day, the woman he had once loved was slipping further and further away, consumed by a need for vengeance that threatened to swallow her whole.
As their car sped through the city streets, Bryce glanced at her once more, his gaze lingering on her expression. He had watched her evolve, but this woman was no longer the same. Her smile—though genuine when she interacted with Sammy—lacked warmth. Her eyes, once soft and filled with love, were now cold and calculating, steely with determination. They held a weight, one that spoke of years of unresolved grievances and grudges that had festered into something much darker than she could possibly understand. Bryce’s unease grew as he realized that Whitney wasn’t just returning to seek justice. No, there was something more in her—something destructive, something dangerous. Her thirst for revenge had become an all-consuming fire, and Bryce couldn’t help but wonder if she was too far gone to stop.
The impending auction of Skye Gem Ltd. loomed on the horizon, and Whitney knew this was just the beginning. She had no intention of sitting idly by while the world she had once been a part of carried on its dance of deception and lies. Every move she made from this point onward would be deliberate, calculated, and purposeful. Her mission was clear: to dismantle the empire Elaine had tried to build, piece by piece.
Whitney reached over and took the folder from Bryce’s hands, her fingers brushing against his in a brief but meaningful gesture. “I need to be sharp,” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “The game has only just begun.” The words were steady, but underneath them, there was a quiet, unspoken weight. She wasn’t just playing a game—she was waging war.
Bryce nodded in silent agreement, though his thoughts remained a tangled mess of concern. He trusted Whitney, more than he could put into words, but even his steadfast loyalty couldn’t quell the growing sense of dread gnawing at him. He couldn’t ignore the feeling that Whitney was standing on the edge of something far darker than revenge. What if, in her quest to destroy Elaine, she lost herself in the process? What if the very thing that had once made her whole—the kindness, the compassion—was now slipping beyond her reach?
They arrived at the apartment, and as Whitney stepped out of the car, her gaze swept over the space with practiced detachment. She noticed the toys scattered across the floor and the care Bryce had put into creating a safe, welcoming home for Sammy. The sight of it stirred something in her, but she quickly shut it down. She couldn’t afford to soften. Her heart had been broken, betrayed, and tested too many times to allow sentiment to cloud her judgment. She had no room for kindness or affection in her life right now. She had a mission—and everything else had to come second.
Tomorrow, she would begin the next phase of her journey, and this time, there would be no turning back. She was returning to the heart of Banyan City, to the very core of the lies and deceit that had once destroyed her. She would expose the truth, take down the people who had ruined her life, and leave no stone unturned. Every decision, every move, would be calculated, precise, and ruthless. This was no longer about justice. It was about victory.
As she stood there, looking down at Sammy’s toys, a wave of cold resolve washed over her. She had been patient, she had endured, and now it was her turn to make the world bend to her will. There was no place for mercy, no room for weakness.
She was ready.
