Julian took a slow sip of his wine, looking down at Elena with pure condescension. Why'd you do that? Elena choked out between soft sobs, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders as she fought to keep her head above water. Julian simply laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed across the quiet terrace. You forgot your place, Elena, Julian sneered, leaning slightly over the edge of the pool. You thought you could come into my house and speak to me as if we were equals. You are nothing without this family, and it's time you learned how to behave. Elena clutched the rim of the pool, her knuckles turning white as fresh tears mixed with the chlorinated water on her face. The dozens of wealthy guests gathered around the outdoor bar exchanged uncomfortable glances, whispering among themselves behind delicate crystal stemware, yet not a single person made a move to offer Elena a towel or a hand. Julian thrived on this fear. He loved demonstrating his control over everyone in his orbit, convinced that his father's vast empire meant he would never face a single consequence for his cruelty. But as he raised his glass for another triumphant toast, twin beams of brilliant white light suddenly sliced through the darkness of the courtyard.