The rain lashed against the windows as if trying to warn them, the rhythmic tapping echoing through Marco’s penthouse like a ticking clock. The calm was deceptive—on the surface, the city still moved, still breathed—but underneath, war was brewing.
Marco hadn’t slept. After his conversation with Adriana, something shifted inside him. He had spent years building walls, controlling every piece of his life like a grand chessboard. But now, he couldn’t ignore what was happening—not just outside in the world of business and betrayal, but inside his own home, inside himself.
Adriana had meant what she said. Then we’ll fight. Together.
She didn’t realize it yet, but her words had pierced the armor he’d so carefully worn.
He stared at the screen in front of him, files and surveillance feeds op
