The tension in the air was suffocating as Marco prepared for the confrontation he knew was coming. The walls of the penthouse seemed to close in on him, pressing down with the weight of the choices he’d made, the battles he’d fought, and the ones still to come. Adriana had become his anchor in this storm—a constant reminder that there was something worth fighting for beyond power and control.
As he adjusted his cufflinks, Marco glanced at the woman standing by the window, her eyes fixed on the view of the city below. The soft glow of the morning sun bathed her in a golden light, making her seem almost ethereal. But beneath the surface of the calm exterior, he could see the nervous energy radiating off her. She was as ready for this fight as he was—but the unknowns still lingered in the ai
