The first move had been made, but it was only the beginning. The tension in the air was thick as Marco and Adriana left the warehouse, their steps deliberate and purposeful. The car ride back to the penthouse was silent, both of them lost in their thoughts, processing the enormity of what they had just set in motion. The weight of the decisions they’d made, the alliances they’d forged—it all hung over them like a storm cloud.
Adriana’s gaze lingered on Marco, her thoughts racing. He had always been the one in control, the one who calculated every move with precision. But now, there was something different in his eyes. Something raw. He was no longer just the cold, calculating billionaire she had married. He was a man who was fighting for everything he had built, and for the first time, Ad
