CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The dimly lit office felt suffocating as Amara stepped inside, her heart pounding with every step. She had arrived at Xander’s compound, the familiar coldness of his space wrapping around her like a blanket. The heavy, dark wooden furniture contrasted sharply with the modern technology that surrounded them—screens, papers, and cold steel giving the room a sense of authority and intimidation. Xander’s world was a carefully constructed empire, and Amara had been both a tool and a pawn in it for far too long. But tonight was different. This time, she wasn’t just here to obey his commands. She was here to take control of her own fate. Xander stood at the large window, his back to her as he watched the city below. His silhouette was sharp, his presence commanding even from a distance. The mom
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