The SUV screeched to a halt inside a derelict warehouse on the city’s edge. Clara stepped out first, heels clicking against the concrete, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“Bring her,” she ordered.
Amelia was shoved forward, wrists bound, but her chin lifted defiantly. She refused to give Clara the satisfaction of fear.
“You really think Alexander will bend to this?” Amelia said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest.
Clara’s smile was sharp. “Oh, he will. For once in his life, he’ll have no choice.”
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Hours later, the sound of engines echoed outside. Black cars flooded the warehouse lot.
And then he stepped out.
Alexander.
Gone was the polished billionaire in designer suits. This man was cold steel, his jaw carved with fury, his storm-gray eyes burning with lethal i
