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more times than I could count. “I’ve never been more sure,” I whispered. Afterward, we lay tangled in each other, skin against skin, heart against heart. And then.. we did something stupid. Beautiful. Binding. We made a blood covenant. A small cut on the finger. A drop exchanged. A vow sealed. “I swear I’ll never leave you,” he said, forehead pressed to mine. “Not in this life. Not in any other.” I swore it too. But words are fragile things. Two weeks later, his father found out. About us. About me. About the future Kenneth had dared to imagine that didn’t involve politics, privilege, or a wife chosen at some black-tie dinner.

he said and my gaze sharpened. The large screen lit up behind him and images flashed; A club, a girl, her face was clear with headlines scrolling beneath it; Leonardo Moretti’s New Woman. “She used your name. Bold girl,” Fabrizio said lightly with a smirk. "And I bet it won't last just like Sylvia's didn't," he turned to me and I tightened my jaw. I took Andrei’s gun and fired, the screen shattered and one of his bodyguards dropped beside it. The others raised their weapons instantly, pointing it at me but Fabrizio lifted a finger and they lowered them.

⸻ My eyes narrowed instantly. ⸻ “Careful.” ⸻ “No,” he replied calmly. “You need the truth.” ⸻ The room stiffened. Nobody spoke against me. Not openly. Not anymore. ⸻ “You treated John like a rogue soldier,” the Vice President continued. “But the world sees him differently.” ⸻ I clenched my jaw. ⸻ “They see a man who exposed the League of Silence.” ⸻ The words hit like a knife. ⸻

Full of lies. ***

The kind of smile that looked real until you knew him very well and just then Viktor knew something was wrong and for the first time since the championship— Lukas looked away before answering. "Yeah." The lie hung between them and Viktor knew it immediately because if Lukas was actually fine, he'd look at it.

“Layla… do you know something?” Her expression didn’t change. For a moment the room felt tense again. Then she shrugged lightly. “No,” she said. “I just asked…. uh… a random question.” He kept watching her. “Why?” She tilted her head slightly. “You said you didn’t want to keep secrets from me anymore.” That seemed like a reasonable answer. Still, Viktor didn’t relax. “There’s no secret,” he said calmly. The lie came out smooth like it was practiced Layla nodded slowly like she accepted it.

I nodded. “Okay.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was seated at the end of the table. My eyeliner had run, and I had chased off the chef. He wasn’t needed. I could order takeout, which I did, but seeing the full spread already in the kitchen made me pick at it. I had been through what couldn’t have been more than four glasses of wine. Maybe four bottles. Hell, maybe a bottle of vodka too. Who would know? No one. I was alone in this large home. Scary to think about since I would be sleeping here- maybe that second bottle of vodka was the reason I didn’t feel jittery.

“Not forever. But long enough to start fighting back. You don’t have to run anymore. We can build something. We can make it so he doesn’t get to control the narrative.” “But what if he hurts someone else trying to find me?” I asked. “What if he uses my family? Or the media? You know what he’s capable of.” Damien exhaled slowly. “Then we take the power from him. Go public. Tell the truth. Every ugly piece of it. If we expose him, it’s over.” I felt my heart hammer in my chest. “You’d do that? Risk everything to take him down?” “I already have,” he said simply. “And I’d do it again.”

We both took to our heels and tried to catch up with the man who was a few meters away from the parking lot. “Hey! Viktor!” I raised my voice and he took to his heels while we both gave him a hot chase. It was so intense and we couldn’t open fire in public because of the hidden cameras on that lane. Viktor was alone, he ran so fast and Rome wasn’t patient enough so he brought out his M16 and opened fire on him.

Vic looked down at her lap as she squeezed her hands together, up until now she had started to think the violent rumors she heard about Volkov were just that, but his plan suddenly made her realize she had been fooling herself into a false sense of security, and weather it was out of some misguided sense of self-preservation or just the dream of belonging somewhere she was appreciated, the sudden slam of reality hit her like a wrecking ball to the gut. Alexander continued to speak to everyone but her and even made a few calls while Vic sat motionless in the chair, tuning out everything around her as she waited for directions. It wasn’t until Maddelena rushed into the room that she began to p