Chapter 2

Anna's POV

Victor connected, delicately stroking my cheek with his thumb, his look loaded up with a combination of delicacy and vulnerability. "Anna, this association between us is certain. I need to investigate it further, to see where it leads. Yet, we should proceed cautiously. Our universes are muddled, and there are difficulties ahead."

I gestured, my heart beating in my chest. "I get it. I never anticipated that any of this should occur, yet I can't deny the sentiments that have stirred inside me. We should approach it slowly and carefully."

Victor grinned, a gleam of help crossing his face. "Slowly but surely, Anna. We'll explore this together."

As the days transformed into weeks, our bond developed. We took snapshots of taken enthusiasm, stowed away from inquisitive eyes and the vigilant looks of the world-class society we both had a place with. In those minutes, our association developed further, rising above the actual domain and entwining our lives.

However, similarly, as I had confidence in the chance of a future with Victor, my reality came crashing down around me. A news story grabbed my attention one morning, and I froze in shock.

Jonathan Anderson.

My ex, whom I had believed was ancient history, presently graced the titles as an opponent tycoon trying to obliterate Victor and his realm. The man I had once cherished had changed into a wrathful enemy, fuelled by eagerness and a hunger for power.

Dread and outrage flooded inside me, blending with the leftovers of the adoration I had once felt for Jonathan. How had he turned into this individual? Furthermore, which job did I need to play in this perilous game?

Before I could deal with the greatness of the circumstance, Jonathan's name streaked on my telephone screen. I wavered, my thumb floating over the response button. In any case, interest and a deep yearning for answers moved me to acknowledge the call.

"Anna, it's been some time," Jonathan's voice murmured through the telephone, his words bound with a blend of commonality and perniciousness.

My voice shuddered as I answered, "Jonathan, what is this? For what reason would you say you are doing this? Also, for what reason would you say you are including me?"

There was a respite, a determined quietness before he at long last talked once more. "Anna, my dear, it's straightforward. I need retribution on Victor, and I realize you have an association with him. Assist me with cutting him down, and I'll guarantee you're safeguarded. You can at long last have your vengeance as well."

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words. Retribution had never been my goal, however, confronted with the decision of safeguarding myself and figuring out how to uncover Jonathan's real essence, a hazardous proposition moved before my eyes.

I took a full breath, my brain hustling with clashing feelings. "Jonathan, I can't completely accept that you're requesting that I deceive somebody I care about. What assurances do I have that you could betray me?"

His laugh trickled with noxiousness. "Anna, my dear, we have a common history. I won't allow anything to happen to you. Together, we can push him to the brink of collapse and recover what we lost."

His words reverberated inside me, blending a blend of dread, outrage, and a frantic hunger for equity. I realized where it counts that the way forward would be misleading, yet I was unable to disregard the chance to safeguard myself and uncover the haziness prowling inside Jonathan.

"Fine, Jonathan. I'll help you," I surrendered, my voice bound sincerely. "However, recall, this isn't just about retribution for me. I maintain that reality should become visible, and I will not be your pawn."

An evil grin played all the rage. "Goodness, Anna, we will make a remarkable group. Simply recollect, each move we make should be determined. Victor won't understand what hit him."

Thus, a hazardous partnership was manufactured, powered by a common history and a longing for revenge. As days transformed into weeks, I wound up digging further into Jonathan's reality, gathering data and sorting out the riddle of his quarrel against Victor.

Our gatherings were stealthy, stowed away in faintly lit corners of selective clubs and deserted stockrooms. I listened eagerly as he spread out his arrangements, his eyes shining with a savage assurance that both unnerved and captivated me. Together, we tried to disentangle the multifaceted snare of privileged insights encompassing Victor and his domain.

Be that as it may, as our examination advanced, the lines between partner and foe started to obscure. I ended up scrutinizing Jonathan's actual thought processes, contemplating whether his hunger for vengeance eclipsed all the other things. Furthermore, profound inside me, a flash of uncertainty lighted - might I at some point trust him?

Amid the disarray and vulnerability, my relationship with Victor remained in a precarious situation. I wrestled with responsibility, torn between faithfulness to the man I had developed to adore and the commitment I felt towards Jonathan. I yearned for a method for safeguarding both myself and Victor, to bring equity without forfeiting the delicate association we had produced.

Late one night, as the city lights shimmered outside my window, I got a secretive bundle. Inside was a USB drive, joined by a mysterious note that read, "Reality is standing by."

With a blend of expectation and fear, I embedded the USB crash into my PC, uncovering a stash of stowed-away data. Reality unwound before my eyes, uncovering a snare of double-dealing, debasement, and selling out that went far more profound than I had at any point envisioned.

The disclosure was faltering, shaking the groundwork of my reality. It was then that I understood the hugeness of the fight we were going to confront - a fight that could break lives and steer history.

Equipped with this freshly discovered information, I realized I had the decision to make - to safeguard my heart and leave the risky partnership with Jonathan, or to dive further into the chasm and battle for reality, regardless of the expense.

As the sun plunged underneath the skyline, projecting a golden shine over the city, I settled on my choice. The time had come to defy the evil spirits of the past, to uncover the dim privileged insights that had tormented us for a long time. The fight for equity had recently started, and the result would decide the destiny of Victor's realm as well as the strength of my purpose.

With assurance consumed in my eyes, I took a full breath and murmured to the unfilled room, "Let the games start."