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Chapter Fifty: Retaliation
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Leila was gone.Adrian stood still for a brief moment, Luca's word slamming into his skull like a bullet.She’s missing.The weight of those two words shifted something profound within him. The war had been brutal already, but now it felt deeply personal, in a way that went beyond strategy and power games.An oppressive silence hung in the penthouse, weighted by the gravity of the situation. Connor stood alert, awaiting Adrian’s next move. But he didn’t panic. He didn't lash out.Instead, his mind became sharp, cool, and strategic.Ethan had her.And that meant there was only one possible response.His voice was steady, imbued with a deadly focus. “Tell me everything.”Luca sprang into action, pulling up security footage on his tablet. His jaw was clenched, movements deliberate. Though he had reviewed the recordings before, he now scrutinized them this time with a fresh level of attentiveness.“I checked the cameras,” Luca reported, tension evident in his voice. “Leila went to take a
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The atmosphere in the room was stifling, filled with a tension so oppressive that it felt on the verge of breaking with the slightest breath. The silence that streched between Adrian and Ethan was electric, reminiscent of the calm before a storm.Adrian’s thoughts raced, weighing possibilities and strategizing ways to turn the dire situation to his advantage. He and Connor were encircled by twelve armed men, their weapons aimed with lethal accuracy. The red laser sights aimed at his chest served as a grim reminder of the overwhelming odds they faced.Then there was Leila.Bound and exposed, just feet away from Ethan. Fear flickered in her dark eyes, but beneath it, Adrian discerned something deeper—trust. She had faith that he would rescue her. He had no choice but to prove her faith right.Ethan’s smirk grew as he scrutinized Adrian like a predator toying with its prey. “Come now,” he jeered, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t look so grim. You knew how this would end the moment you
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The silence in the safehouse pressed heavily against Leila, cold and suffocating. It clung to her, penetrating deeply into her bones, curled around her lungs until each breath felt increasingly burdensome.She remained on the worn couch where Adrian had left her, her gaze fixed on the cracked concrete wall before her. Her body felt alien, as if it no longer belonged to her but to the chaotic events of the past few hours—events that had drained her emotionally, leaving her feeling hollow.Above, she could hear Connor moving deliberately—his footsteps steady, each step filled with intent. He was securing the area, setting traps, ensuring their safety with the unwavering focus of someone trained for battle. The sporadic clicks of weapons being checked and loaded interrupted the silence, a stark reminder that safety was merely an illusion.And Adrian?He hadn't looked at her since he turned away.Perhaps that was easier.Leila exhaled unsteadily, pressing her fingers to her temples. The r
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The door clicked shut behind her, yet Adrian remained motionless.The absence of Leila made the room feel colder, the silence surrounding him intensifying like a vice. His jaw tightened as he exhaled, struggling to stay composed despite the turmoil within. But it was futile.Leila’s words reverberated in the stifling stillness, sharp as blades, piercing like needles, cutting deeper than he would ever dare acknowledge.I decide who I am when this is all over.The fear that gripped him was almost unbearable.Because he no longer knew who she really was to him.Is she just a pawn that he acquired by a contract marriage? Or someone more than what he assumes she is?At some point, this had ceased to be about power or pride. Somewhere amid the violence and betrayal, during every glance she cast his way as if awaiting his abandonment—Adrian lost sight of the man he once was.The man who could walk away.The ruthless billionaire that doesn't do attachments or feelings.Now, every decision fe
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