I am Phoenix Cross. I build empires, dismantle threats, and ensure control where others see chaos. Once, I lost control—just once—and someone paid for it with their sight. My blind stepsister has lived with the consequences ever since. I’ve watched from the shadows for ten years, justifying every intrusion as protection. Call it guilt. Call it obsession. I call it duty. Now, I’ve been handed authority over her future. Some call it fate. I call it an opportunity I won’t squander.