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Aria woke up to the warmth of Alejandro's body pressed against hers. His arms were wrapped around her possessively, his breathing slow and steady against her neck. For a moment, she allowed herself to get lost in the feeling safe, protected, cherished. But reality was never far away.She shifted slightly, turning in his embrace so she could look at him. His face was relaxed in sleep, the usual sharp intensity softened by the peacefulness of slumber. She traced a gentle finger along his jawline, committing every inch of him to memory.But even in sleep, Alejandro wasn’t completely at ease. His grip on her tightened as if he feared she would slip away. She understood that feeling too well.Her mind drifted to their conversation the night before. The promise they had made to face whatever was coming together. She wanted to believe in it, wanted to believe that love was enough to keep them strong, but the world they lived in wasn’t built on love. It was built on power, blood, and betrayal

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the estate, but inside Alejandro’s bedroom, the warmth did nothing to ease the chill creeping through Aria’s bones. She stirred awake, her body tangled with his, their legs intertwined beneath the silk sheets.For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to bask in the safety of his arms, in the way his breath tickled her neck. But reality was quick to return.War was coming.And despite everything, she was still nothing more than a hostage.She tried to slip away, but the moment she moved, Alejandro’s arm tightened around her waist.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was husky, thick with sleep.Aria bit her lip. “I need to clear my head.”He pulled her back against him, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Stay a little longer.”For the first time in a long time, she felt something dangerous temptation.But she knew better.She turned in his arms, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “I can’t afford to get lost in this.”His

The air was thick with tension as Alejandro and his men gathered around the large map spread across the conference table. Miguel had tracked Valentina’s location to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city, heavily guarded, with multiple escape routes.“She’s prepared for an ambush,” Juan muttered, scanning the blueprints.“She knows we’re coming,” Alejandro said, voice ice-cold. “But she doesn’t know when.”Miguel nodded. “Her biggest weakness is arrogance. She thinks she’s already won.”Alejandro’s eyes darkened. “Then we make her regret underestimating us.”Juan glanced at his boss, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “And Jace? If we don’t move fast, she might ”“We’ll get him back,” Alejandro cut in sharply. His hands clenched into fists. “Alive.”Juan didn’t argue.He knew better than anyone Alejandro never made empty promises.Aria paced the length of her bedroom, heart pounding in her chest. The moment she woke up and realized Alejandro was gone, a sense of dread set

Aria sat on the bed long after Alejandro left, staring at the empty space he had occupied. The warmth of his body still lingered on the sheets, but he was gone. Again.Her heart ached, but she refused to cry.Not this time.She threw on a silk robe and made her way to the window. Below, the estate was buzzing with quiet activity guards moving in formation, cars being checked, the tension in the air thick as ever.Something was brewing.And she had no idea what it was.A knock on the door made her turn.Maria stepped inside, her face tight with worry. “You need to see this.”Aria frowned, following her out of the room.They moved quickly through the hallways, the grand mansion suddenly feeling too small, too suffocating. Maria led her to the control room one of Alejandro’s many security hubs where Jace and Juan stood in front of a large screen.Jace glanced at her, his jaw tense.“We intercepted a call this morning,” he said.Aria’s pulse quickened. “From who?”Juan pressed a button, a

The ride back to the estate was a blur of panic, blood, and desperate prayers.Alejandro lay in the backseat, his head resting on Aria’s lap, his breathing uneven. His shirt was soaked in blood, the wound on his side deep and angry.“Stay with me,” Aria whispered, stroking his hair, her fingers trembling. “You’re not allowed to die. Do you hear me?”Alejandro gave a weak smirk. “Bossy…”Aria’s heart clenched. Even like this, he was trying to be his usual arrogant self.“Save your energy,” Maria said from the front seat, her voice tense. She kept looking back at them, fear flashing in her eyes.Juan was gripping the steering wheel like he wanted to rip it apart. “We’re almost there. Hang on.”Aria pressed her hands harder against Alejandro’s wound, but the blood kept coming. Her vision blurred. “You promised me,” she whispered.Alejandro blinked up at her, his golden eyes dimmer than she’d ever seen them. “Promised what?”“That you wouldn’t die on me,” she said, swallowing the lump in h