The new penthouse was not a fortress like the Manor. It was an airy, modern space atop the city’s highest residential tower, filled with light.
William carried Leo into the living room, with Victoria leaning against his side. They stopped by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the city lights.
It was quiet. No nurses. No grandmother. Just them.
“I promised I would protect you,” William said, looking at the reflection of his wife and son in the glass. “But the truth is… the company is bleeding. I liquidated almost everything to stop Seraphina’s crash in Season 2. And now, with Arthur Sterling circling… I broke the company to save us.”
He turned to her, fear flickering in his eyes. He was terrified of failing his son the way his father had failed him. “I have to go to war, Victoria. I have to fight to keep what’s left.”
Victoria reached out and took his hand. She squeezed it–a reminder of the storm, of the birth, of the partnership they had forged in the fire.
“You don’t have to fight alone anymore,” Victoria said, looking at the city that wanted to tear them apart. “You have the heir. And you have me.”
She kissed him, sealing the pact of the “United Front”.
“Then we fight together,” she whispered.