The meeting with Marcus was staged in an abandoned warehouse, the air thick with danger. Clara was tied to a chair, terrified.
Marcus smiled coldly at Amaya. "You had a choice, and you chose him. Now you'll watch him fall."
Before Amaya could speak, Adrian stormed in, defying her plan. The two men clashed—words first, then fists. The fight was brutal, primal, a collision of power and hate.
At one point, Marcus had Adrian on his knees. Amaya's heart seized. She could end it all by handing Marcus the file she still carried—the proof of Adrian's darkest crimes.
Her hands shook. Revenge screamed at her. Love whispered louder.
In the end, she hurled the file into the fire.
Marcus roared, his leverage gone. Adrian seized the moment, striking him down, leaving him broken and defeated.
When the dust settled, Adrian turned to her, bloodied and breathless. "You chose me."
Tears spilled down her cheeks. "God help me, I did."
He pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers—not a kiss of war this time, but of possession, salvation, and surrender.
And Amaya knew: this was no longer just about enemies or lovers. It was about survival—together.