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Fun gone wrongThe flashing lights of the ambulance painted the front of the mansion red and white. The siren’s cry split through the night, cutting through the heavy silence that had settled after the music died. The bass had been pounding just minutes ago—Ares and Lila laughing, Julian tossing back a drink but now everything had gone still, like the house itself was holding its breath.Lady Bianca lay motionless on the stretcher, her pale skin glistening with sweat, her eyes half open but unseeing. Her hair, usually styled and perfect, was now sticking to her face, blood still oozing faintly from the cut on her temple.“Step back, sir!” one of the medics shouted as Ares tried to follow too closely.“I’m coming with her!” he yelled, his voice thick with panic and disbelief.“No space! Please step aside—we’ll update you at the hospital!”The back doors slammed shut. The siren started again.Ares stood frozen, his hands shaking, the smell of blood still faintly clinging to his shirt.L

The real reasonThe music thumped so hard the walls of the VIP suite trembled. Purple lights flashed in rhythm with the bass, champagne foam ran down the sides of glass flutes, and laughter spilled across the room like perfume. Lila was in the center of it all, her hips moving, drink in hand, hair wild and glossy under the neon. She looked like sin wrapped in designer fabric, the kind of woman who lived to be watched. And everyone was watching.Ares stood beside her, suit jacket long abandoned, shirt halfway unbuttoned. He was pretending to dance, pretending to be present, pretending to care. His eyes were glassy but not from alcohol. He had poured more than he drank tonight. Across the lounge, Julian was slumped on a couch, two girls on either side of him, laughter spilling from his lips. He looked gone, far gone.When the DJ switched songs, Ares leaned over to whisper something in Lila’s ear, his hand brushing her waist. She laughed and turned around to press her body against his.

This is not happeningChloe stood in front of the couch, arms folded, eyes burning with the kind of wild determination that came from desperation and ambition mixed in one volatile cocktail. Ayisha was pacing, glancing between Chloe and Tessa, who sat stiffly at the dining table, her face unreadable.“I don’t think I heard you right,” Tessa said finally, her voice calm but sharp enough to slice glass. “You said… what?”Chloe exhaled, brushing her hair back with a shaky hand. “You heard me right. Marcus Langford made me an offer.”Ayisha stopped pacing. “Wait, Ares’ father? That Marcus?”“Yes.”Tessa’s lips parted slightly, disbelief and fury flashing in her eyes. “Why would Ares’ father be making you an offer?”Chloe hesitated, weighing her words carefully. “Because he hates his son’s guts. He wants to get back at him and at Lady Bianca. He wants revenge.”Ayisha frowned. “Revenge how?”Chloe’s gaze flicked toward Tessa. “By marrying someone that would make both Ares and Lady Bianca l

A deal should be a dealMarcus sat at a corner table, facing the window, a half empty glass of red wine before him. His gray hair was slicked back neatly, and his tailored navy suit carried the quiet, intimidating precision of an old man who had never learned to lose. His gold watch caught the light with every subtle movement of his hand.He wasn’t eating. He never did when he was waiting on something important. His fingers drummed once on the table, a habit his late wife used to call his “storm warning.”He hated waiting.He hated even more that his son hadn’t come crawling back yet.Marcus had expected Ares to break, to call him, to beg. To apologize for the arrogance, for choosing that woman over the Savage legacy. But silence was all he got. Weeks of it. The kind that gnawed at his pride and made the wine taste bitter.Now, he was waiting for Chloe.His phone buzzed beside the glass. One message from her blinked on the screen: We’re on our way.Marcus leaned back, lips twitching

You can’t stop itAres didn’t feel himself breathe.He didn’t feel his feet touch the ground as he rushed down the aisle of the outdoor wedding, his pulse hammering so loudly it drowned out the soft classical music floating from the live quartet.His vision tunneled, straight toward Tessa standing beside Marcus.The officiant was mid sentence. Guests were whispering, confused, startled, scandalized. The air smelled of roses, champagne, and the metallic scent of Ares’ rage.Tessa turned at the commotion.Her eyes met his.Ares froze. Not because he lacked the strength to storm forward, he had enough fury in him to tear down the entire mansion if he wished but because the look in her eyes gutted him.“Ares,” Julian whispered sharply behind him, trying to grab his arm. “Don’t…”Ares yanked his hand free.He stepped into the aisle, facing his father who stood tall and composed in his expensive silver trimmed tuxedo, one hand resting lightly on the small of Tessa’s back.“You’re marrying m