"I can fight enemies, but how do I fight the ghost I still love?"
—Dylan Reed
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Dylan's Point of View
I woke up breathless, clutching my chest, the nightmares were back again, only this time they had shifted. I wasn't watching my empire crumble, or my father's shadow swallowing me whole. No, this time I stood on an altar, alone, while my bride, her silhouette blurred between Ava and Asher, turned and walked away.
The room was filled with faces I knew too well, faces from the boardroom, from the hotel press events, even shareholders I'd seen only on calls. They weren't stopping her, weren't trying to help me. They stood watching, smug smiles stretched across their lips, mocking my helplessness.
I tried to move, to scream, to stop her, but I was frozen. I couldn't breathe.
