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I couldn't fault Theron for that, after all, I was doing the same thing. "I am glad you fought not only the threat but also for your dignity and you succeed in both." I murmured, my mind once again conjuring images of Theron on the battlefield, ripping the limbs from ghouls and sending them to their deaths as blood soaked through his uniform. The vision once again caused my heart to beat faster in excitement. Enough! I have to stop fanaticising about that! "I did what I had to do and I do not regret it." He continued, as though the incident was done and dusted in his mind. But those words sent a chill racing down my spine. Would he say the same thing once he had murdered me?

Virgil wasn't affected by my outburst. "Miss Williams -eh- Miss Yen, who between these two great men says the right thing? Would you mind if I ask whether you really like matcha?" "You know what I like, Mr. Virgil? That you will zip your mouth!" My eyes were already throwing balls of fire. He never acted like a professional business tycoon. Soon, all my fibers were already shaking in anger. Where does this man put his brain? He already saw the situation, and yet, he kept on setting the fire ablazed.

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He exhaled, glancing back at the club’s entrance. "For now." He slid into the SUV, the door closing with a soft thud. As the car pulled away, he stared out at the city lights, his mind still racing. Richard was finished. His empire would crumble, his reputation tarnished. But Adrian had been in this game long enough to know one thing—men like Richard didn’t go down without a fight. Was this truly the end? Or had the real war just begun?

He didn’t need to worry about me being spat on by the same city we once called home. Instead, I curled into the corner of the library window seat, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with old mining contracts, blueprints, and books on business theory. I opened one at random. A dusty copy of The Art of War. Page one: “All warfare is based on deception.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Bitterly. Logan wasn’t at war with our company. He was at war with our love. Because in the midst of this chaos, Darren and I had found each other — truly, honestly.

There was shuffling in the room then I heard something break. "Wow, you know how much that vase cost? Oh you're gonna pay for that" Mr Wilson said teasingly "Help! What the fuck is your pr-mgh Help!" Sincere shouted then I barged into the room seeing Mr Wilson tugging at Sincere's dressing pants. I walked over to them and kicked the big guy in the back of his knee then when he dipped, I kneed him in the nose. Sincere got up fixing his pants as his face was wet with tears.

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

“That nurse… she’s the one who told you to stay away from me, right? Said I was dangerous?” I didn’t respond. “How ironic,” he mused. “She just called me a gentleman.” I gave him a tight smile. “That’s exactly what you are. A dirty book with a clean cover.” That earned a laugh from him—low, dark, and pleased—as he opened the passenger door of his car. I stared at him for a moment, then sighed. He was the only way I’d get to the funeral on time. Fine. I slid in. He smirked, shut the door, and got behind the wheel. Before starting the engine, he turned to me.

Besides, my skin still burns from the recent punishment, and I will finally taste death if he chooses to punish me again. What should I do in this fancy library? Read, of course. I head to a shelf and pick a book. ‘Act of battle’ displays on the cover. I return it. I have no interest in combat. Not now, or ever. Reaching for a second book: romance. Shaking my head, I return it. Romance isn't my cup of tea either. Men are monsters, and I will never be involved in their lives. But a man made you have an orgasm.