Chapter Two — The Game of Power
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Lydia couldn’t breathe. Not because of the cold, or the pounding rain outside. But because of him. Xavier Liang.
His presence overwhelmed her senses, suffocating yet exhilarating. His gaze didn’t leave hers, as if he could see straight into her soul, picking apart her weaknesses. His lips quirked into that damn smirk again, one that both provoked and intrigued.
“Are you lost?” Xavier’s voice was dangerously smooth, dripping with authority.
She swallowed hard, trying to steady her racing heart. “You’re the one who looks lost. This is my room.”
His chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “Is that so?”
Lydia barely noticed the door closing behind her. She felt the walls closing in—too many secrets, too much power.
“I think you’ve mistaken me for someone who plays by the rules,” he murmured, taking a step forward. She didn’t retreat. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to.
His scent hit her—a mix of leather, musk, and something undeniably dangerous. The tycoon… She could feel the weight of his family legacy pressing on her chest, but she couldn’t let that sway her. She wouldn’t let it.
“Get out of my way,” she said, her voice sharper than she felt.
Xavier didn’t move.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked, almost like a challenge. “Because I’m starting to think you don’t.”
Her chin lifted. “I know exactly who you are. The heir to everything. Power, wealth, control.”
His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. “And yet, you’re still standing here in front of me, talking back like you don’t care.”
“I don’t care,” Lydia said, but her voice wavered under the intensity of his stare. It was a lie. She cared. She shouldn’t, but she did.
Xavier leaned in, his lips brushing the top of her ear. The heat of his breath made her skin tingle. “Careful, princess. You’re treading on dangerous ground.”
Lydia’s heart hammered in her chest. Dangerous ground? She had no idea how deep she’d already fallen.
“I don’t play by the same rules as everyone else,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “And I don’t let people walk away once they’ve stepped into my world.”
Before she could respond, he reached out, gripping her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His touch was possessive, demanding.
“Are you sure you want to keep playing this game?”
Lydia’s breath caught in her throat. The man was dangerous, yes. But so was she.
She yanked herself free from his grip, her eyes narrowing. “I’m not afraid of you, Xavier.”
Xavier studied her for a long moment, his gaze shifting from challenging to something more… dangerous. “I like that,” he murmured, more to himself than her.
“Get out of my way,” she repeated, this time with more conviction. She wasn’t backing down. Not now. Not ever.
He stepped aside, his hand sweeping out in an exaggerated gesture. “For now, princess.”
But Lydia didn’t leave.
She stood there, facing him. A powerful man. A dangerous man. The heir to one of the most influential families in the world. And yet, in this room—she felt as though they were equals, both battling for something neither of them fully understood.
The question was—would she ever be able to walk away?
Or had she just stepped into a game she couldn’t win?
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