Orchestrated Betrayal

NOLAN’S POV

The joy I was feeling wasn’t just satisfaction anymore. It was ecstasy. The kind that sat behind my ribs and made everything else feel lighter, easier, almost unreal.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the city lights stretching endlessly beneath my penthouse windows. For a moment, I just breathed it in.

This was what winning felt like. Not trophies, not applause. Control. My phone