#Chapter 80 - The Fallout

Aldo I watched from beside the car as my men escorted Aurora from the safe house and down the driveway. She was silent, shoulders cowed. Eyes staring vacant into space. Like she’d lost her will to fight. She looked so small, so unassuming. Like the loss of this war had robbed her of so much more than her money and power. The Aurora I’d known for all my life had always been proud and strong, a fighter. A queen meant to sit on a nobel throne. Now, the once-proud woman who had orchestrated so much chaos was now a shell of herself, her steps heavy and her gaze distant. I hated seeing her like that. Broken. Beautiful, but so broken. Nothing like the girl I’d once loved as a friend, a sister. As family. As my most trusted advisor. As the entourage passed my car, Aurora hesitated. One of the men moved to nudge her forward, but I held up a hand. “Let her speak.” Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, I saw a spark of the girl I’d once known, buried deep within. Not the conniving