The morning after, Adrian's empire shook.
Reports flooded in: markets crashing, investors withdrawing, whispers of betrayal. Marcus had struck.
Adrian smashed a glass against the wall. "He thinks he can destroy me through business? He has no idea what war means."
Amaya stood in the doorway, watching him rage. For the first time, she saw fear flicker in his eyes—not for himself, but for what he might lose.
"Marcus won't stop," she said quietly. "And if you keep playing his game, you'll lose everything."
Adrian's gaze cut to hers. "Then stand with me. If I have you, I can't lose."
Her heart skipped. Was it love speaking—or strategy?