I looked down at him, feeling absolutely nothing.

No anger.

No sorrow.

Just the cold satisfaction of a balanced ledger.

“No, Daniel,” I replied softly. “I didn’t ruin you. I simply returned exactly what belonged to you.”

I cast one final, dismissive glance at the crumpled red lace on the ottoman.

“Your shame.”

I turned on my heel, ignoring the shouts of the police and the weeping of a ruined dynasty, and walked out of the Moretti mansion, stepping out into the crisp, clean night air.