Falling Hard
Every secret he thought was buried, Ezekiel unearthed, exposing the rot.
Ricafort gritted his teeth, his reflection in the penthouse window snarling back at him. He had crushed kings, destroyed companies, silenced anyone who got in his way—but Ezekiel Veylin wasn’t just another businessman. He was war. And Isla… Isla was the key.
The last flashback burned in Ricafort’s mind—Isla standing next to Ezekiel during that infamous gala, dressed in vengeance, her head high, her eyes cold.
“You took everything from me, Mr. Ricafort,” Isla had said softly. “Now… it’s our turn.”
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