The seventy-two-hour countdown became a pressure cooker of fear, strategy sessions that blurred into sleepless nights, and an all-consuming hunger that neither Lucien nor Seraphina could deny. The consortium’s noose tightened with every passing hour—proxies secured, regulators breathing down their necks, and whispers of criminal charges looming. But in the eye of the storm, their obsession only burned hotter, more desperate, more destructive.By the second night of their alliance, they had locked themselves inside Lucien’s penthouse, surrounded by laptops, legal briefs, and half-empty bottles of whiskey. The city lights glittered mockingly through the windows as another failed counter-move flashed across the screens.“We’re losing,” Sera whispered, voice raw from exhaustion and unshed tears. She stood at the window in nothing but one of Lucien’s dress shirts, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass. “If we don’t find a way to flip those proxies…”Lucien came up behind her, wrappi
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