The city lights outside the penthouse gleamed like a sea of diamonds, casting a cold glow across the room. Inside, the air was heavy, thick with anticipation. Marco had always been a master of control, his every decision deliberate, calculated. But tonight, even he seemed on edge. Adriana noticed the slight tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched, as if they were itching for something—something that had yet to be done.
She had seen Marco operate in the realm of business, in the world where power was currency and betrayal was a game. But this… this felt different. The stakes were no longer confined to the boardroom. This was war. And Adriana had been pulled into the frontlines.
“Do you think she’ll strike first?” Adriana asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them.
