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Armin sat in his room, the shadows casting long, jagged lines across the walls. His jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the armrests of his chair as anger coursed through him. How can she love that old man so much? The thought circled in his mind like a vicious storm, each repetition fueling the fire that burned inside him.He stared at the whiskey glass in his hand, the liquid catching the faint light from the bedside lamp, but it didn’t soothe him. The alcohol felt like nothing compared to the rage simmering within. What does Ivan have that I don’t? he wondered, the question gnawing at him. He slammed the glass down onto the table, the sound echoing through the room.Ivan was older than him, by more than a decade, and yet Alysha clung to him like he was her lifeline. Why him? Armin’s chest tightened, frustration clawing at his insides. I’m younger, stronger— he thought, his eyes flashing as he replayed the moments they had shared, how close they had been, how he had protected he

The woman’s eyes sparkled, satisfied that she’d captured his attention. She reclined into her seat, crossing one leg over the other, her movements slow and deliberate. It was as if she wanted him to watch, to take in every detail. Her confidence was a shield—one he couldn’t quite read yet, and that intrigued him. In his world, everyone wore masks, but hers was one he hadn’t encountered before.She set her glass down, the sound barely audible over the low hum of the club’s music. “Alright,” she said, leaning forward slightly, her voice silky and calm. “You want to know what I have, Ivan?” Her gaze flicked up, locking onto his. “Information. The kind you’re desperate for.”Ivan raised an eyebrow, taking another slow sip of his drink. “Information has a price.” His voice was cold, testing. “And people who try to sell it to me usually have their own agendas.”“Of course they do,” she replied, unbothered by his suspicion. “But you’re a smart man. You know the rules of this game better than

The next day, the city woke up to the storm Armin had unleashed. The pictures were plastered all over social media, the headlines bold and scandalous, spreading like wildfire. “Ivan Anderson’s Secret Rendezvous with Mystery Woman” and “Power Broker or Philanderer? Ivan’s Late-Night Scandal” filled the feeds, each headline more damning than the last. Every media outlet, blog, and gossip site seized the opportunity, dissecting every detail of the photos, fueling speculation and controversy.The images were everywhere: Ivan sitting close to the woman, their faces inches apart, her fingers tracing his hand, and the look of intimacy between them. There was no context, no explanation—just a narrative that suggested secrets, betrayal, and a man distracted by more than just business. The public loved it. The powerful businessman caught up in a scandal involving a mysterious beauty was the kind of drama people lived for. The speculation only grew as more outlets picked up the story, each addin

Alysha’s chest felt like it was caving in. The pain was suffocating, pressing down on her until it became too much to bear. She had tried to hold herself together, but everything—the betrayal, the humiliation, the images of Ivan with another woman—kept replaying in her mind, breaking her down piece by piece.She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor, the tears she had tried to contain finally slipping down her cheeks. Her hands trembled, and her breathing came in shallow gasps as she struggled to make sense of it all. Why did he do this to me? The question echoed in her mind, each repetition stabbing her heart like a knife.At that moment, the door to the room creaked open, and she barely registered the footsteps approaching her. She was too lost in her grief, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she tried to hold herself together. But when she felt the warmth of an arm wrapping around her, she finally broke.Armin pulled her close, his arms enveloping her, an

Alysha didn’t back down, her eyes narrowing. “Good,” she said. “Because I’m not here to scare you. I’m here to destroy you.”Seraphina’s eyes widened, and Alysha stepped back, returning to the desk where she had been working moments before. She picked up the files she had uncovered, holding them in her hands as though they were weapons.“You think I don’t have resources?” Alysha continued, her voice gaining strength. “You think I’m powerless? Let me remind you who I am.” She took a slow breath, her next words deliberate. “I’m Alysha Jarl. The key to the $300 billion Jarl Project. The direct heir of one of the most powerful bloodlines in Europe. And the mother of Ivan Anderson Suegra’s child.”Seraphina’s face drained of color at the final revelation, her composure shattering completely. “What did you just say?” she whispered, her voice trembling.Alysha leaned in, her eyes blazing with fury. “You heard me. You’ve been trying to control me for years, Seraphina. To keep me under your th