CHAPTER TWENTY
Xander sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the scattered papers and digital files in front of him. He hadn’t slept in days, and it was starting to show. His usually sharp features appeared more gaunt, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The flickering lights of his monitor reflected in his tired eyes, but his mind was far from focused on the task at hand. He’d known this moment was coming—the point where things started to collapse, where every calculated move he had made began to falter. His alliance with Victor Delos Santos was meant to be his trump card, the piece that would give him power over Rafa. But the strings of control were starting to slip through his fingers. Xander ran a hand through his disheveled hair, the stress taking its toll. The images of Amara and Rafa in th
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