The city blurred past.
My grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles white as the engine roared beneath me.
I didn't slow down.
Didn't think.
Didn't care.
There was only one thought burning through me—
Him.
I stopped in front of the high-rise, barely registering the doorman's reaction as I walked past. Blood still stained my hand. My shirt was a mess.
I didn't stop.
Didn't speak.
The elevator opened.
And there he was.
Cheng Mo.
Sitting like nothing had happened.
Legs crossed. Wine in hand. Calm.
Waiting.
His eyes lifted the moment I entered.
Then—he smiled.
"You look… passionate."
The door slammed shut behind me.
"Cheng."
My voice was low. Controlled. Barely.
"You sold my company."
A pause.
Then—
"Yes."
No hesitation.
No guilt.
Just that same smirk.
Something inside me snapped.
I crossed the distance in seconds, grabbing his collar and yanking him forward. The wine glass slipped from his hand, shattering against the floor.
"You don't even deny it?!"
His fingers closed around my wrist.
Not stopping me.
Just… holding.
His face was inches from mine now. Close enough to feel his breath.
"I never denied anything."
Calm.
Too calm.
The scent of him—leather, something dark—wrapped around me, suffocating.
My grip tightened.
"You had no right," I snarled, shaking him. "After everything I've done for you—"
"And what exactly have you done for me?"
The words cut in smoothly.
Soft.
Dangerous.
His gaze didn't waver.
If anything—
It deepened.
"You built your empire," he continued quietly. "But tell me… was I ever part of it?"
Silence.
Heavy.
Charged.
His hand slid slightly up my wrist—not pushing away.
Holding tighter.
"Or was I just something you kept… when it was convenient?"
My breath hitched.
For a second—
Just a second—
Something shifted.
Then I shoved him back.
Hard.
Because that—
That was not the game he was allowed to play.