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Chapter 5: A Dangerous Game

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last update Last Updated: 2025-03-17 20:34:11

Elena sat in the dim glow of her penthouse, perched on the edge of her leather couch, staring out at the sprawling skyline.

The whiskey in her glass remained untouched, the ice cubes slowly melting.

Her body was still wound tight from the events of the night before.

Killian had played her like a master. He had humiliated her, destroyed her leverage, and made her look like a fool.

But worst of all?

He had done it on purpose—not just to win, but to toy with her.

Her fingers curled into a fist.

She should have anticipated it.

Killian Graves never fights fair.

The memory of his voice from earlier echoed in her mind.

“You underestimated me. That was your first mistake.”

Her jaw clenched.

If he thought this was over, he was wrong.

Her phone vibrated beside her. She picked it up, expecting Victor—expecting threats or a demand for an explanation.

But instead, the screen flashed with an unknown number.

She hesitated before answering.

“Elena Romano.”

The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Miss Romano. I hear you’re in the market for a new ally.”

She straightened. “Who’s asking?”

A low chuckle. “Someone who can help you bury Killian Graves.”

Elena’s pulse quickened.

She already knew who it was.

Marcus Langley.

A billionaire with just as much power as Killian—except he preferred to stay in the shadows, pulling strings instead of making himself a target.

If he was reaching out, it meant he saw potential in her.

And that meant she still had a chance.

“I’m listening,” she said.

Across the city, Killian sat in his penthouse office, the city skyline stretching endlessly behind him.

His whiskey sat untouched. His focus was on the screen in front of him—live surveillance footage of Elena leaving her penthouse.

She thought she was moving undetected.

She thought she was being careful.

But she had no idea that he was always ten steps ahead.

Axel stood beside him, arms crossed. “She’s meeting with Langley,” he confirmed.

Killian smirked, but there was no amusement in it. Only something darker.

“She’s getting desperate,” he murmured.

Axel hesitated. “She’s dangerous when she’s desperate.”

Killian leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. Good.

Desperation made people reckless. It made them sloppy.

And if Elena wanted to play dirty?

He would drag her straight into the fire.

The rooftop bar was bathed in golden light, the air thick with expensive perfume and whispered deals.

Elena walked through the crowd, her movements effortless, her silk dress clinging to her curves as she moved with purpose.

She wasn’t here to socialize. She was here to strategize.

Langley had requested this meeting, and she wasn’t about to let him see even a hint of weakness.

But as she reached the VIP section, a familiar presence made her pause.

A slow, infuriatingly confident smirk greeted her.

“Elena.”

She gritted her teeth. Killian.

He lounged in the private booth, a glass of whiskey in his hand, exuding effortless power.

The dim lighting cast shadows over his sharp jawline, making him look even more dangerous.

Her heart clenched, but she ignored it.

“You’re everywhere I don’t want you to be,” she murmured.

Killian chuckled, sipping his drink. “Or maybe you’re exactly where I want you to be.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How did you know I’d be here?”

He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto hers with unsettling intensity. “I know everything about you, sweetheart.”

She forced herself to stay calm, to not let him see the way her pulse quickened.

“You’ve been watching me.”

His lips curved. “I don’t have to watch. I know you.”

She took a slow breath, controlling the fire simmering inside her.

“Well then, if you know me so well,” she whispered, stepping closer, “then you should know… I don’t take losing lightly.”

Killian’s fingers tightened around his glass.

Her presence was too close, too intoxicating.

He could feel the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume—a mixture of vanilla and danger.

“Elena,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

She smiled sweetly. “You’re in my way, Killian.”

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her ear.

“You’re playing my game,” he whispered, “and in my game, I never lose.”

A shiver ran down her spine, but she refused to show it.

Instead, she smirked, her voice taunting.

“Maybe it’s time you learned what losing feels like.”

She pulled away, leaving him sitting there, watching as she disappeared into the crowd.

But as she walked away, her fingers trembled just slightly.

Because she wasn’t just fighting Killian.

She was fighting herself.

The meeting with Marcus Langley took place in a sleek, modern office overlooking the city.

He sat behind his glass desk, watching her with sharp, unreadable eyes.

“You want Killian gone,” he said smoothly. “And I want his empire.”

Elena met his gaze without hesitation. “Then we have a deal.”

Langley smiled. “Not so fast.”

He leaned forward. “Killian isn’t just any opponent. If you fail, he won’t just destroy you. He’ll enjoy it.”

Elena’s jaw tightened. “I won’t fail.”

Langley studied her for a long moment, then nodded.

“Then let’s begin.”

She shook his hand.

And just like that—she had officially declared war.

That night, Elena returned to her penthouse, expecting silence.

Instead, she found a note on her bed.

Her breath caught.

No one should have been able to get inside.

She picked up the note, her heartbeat quickening as she read the words scrawled in that familiar, infuriating handwriting.

"Nice try, sweetheart. But you’re walking straight into my trap."

Her grip tightened around the paper.

And then—her phone buzzed.

Killian.

She hesitated, then answered.

His voice was smooth, taunting.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t see this coming?”

Her fingers curled around the phone. “What did you do?”

Killian chuckled darkly. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Click.

The call ended.

Elena’s blood ran cold.

Because for the first time since this game started—

She didn’t know what Killian’s next move was.

But she knew one thing for sure.

He was ahead of her. Again.

And this time?

It might cost her everything.

🔥 To Be Continued…

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