Emma stood firm, the inferno blazing in front of her, her expression cold and unwavering. The gunman’s pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, the flames growing taller with every passing second. His screams were lost in the crackling roar of the fire as the truck became an inescapable prison, a final reckoning for the man who had hunted her down.Her breath came in sharp, shallow bursts, but she didn’t move. She felt no pity, no remorse. Only the weight of justice, burning as bright as the flames before her.Her voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the night like a blade."Burn." The night was silent except for the fire that consumed everything.Emma lay on the ground, barely conscious, her vision fading in and out as the sirens grew louder. She felt like she was floating, her body heavy and unresponsive. The distant sound of car doors slamming and hurried footsteps filled her ears, but she couldn’t move. Everything was slipping away.“Over here!” a woman’s voice shouted. “We’v

Emma wiped her face with trembling hands, but no matter how much she tried to stop the tears, they kept falling, warm and relentless. She glanced one last time at the lifeless body sprawled on the floor, her vision blurring as reality began to crash in. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, echoing in the deafening silence that now surrounded her. A sob escaped her lips, ragged and desperate.*Victor...*The name played on her mind like a broken record, each repetition digging deeper into her already shattered soul. She took a shaky step back, her feet barely carrying her as she stumbled toward the alley. Her knees felt weak like they would give out at any second, but she forced herself to keep moving. She had to get away from there, away from the scene that was already haunting her.Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, panic, and fear. Each step she took felt heavy, almost unbearable. The world around her was spinning out of control, and the only thing grounding her was the suf

Victor’s grip on Emma’s hand tightened as they exchanged a brief, but intense glance. The weight of everything that had just happened still clung to the air around them, and the threat looming outside felt heavier than ever. His jaw clenched as he spoke in a low voice.“We don’t have much time. They’ll come back,” he said, eyes darting to the shattered window. “And next time, they won’t stop until we’re both dead.”Emma’s chest tightened at the cold truth of his words. She had barely survived that last encounter, and now their enemies were circling like vultures.“Then what do we do?” she asked, her voice barely steady.Victor pulled her closer, his face inches from hers, his gaze burning with determination. “We fight. We’re not running anymore.”The intensity in his eyes made Emma’s heart skip. She nodded, adrenaline still pumping through her veins. “All right. I’m with you.”Victor released her hand and quickly scanned the room. His mind was already working through their next steps,

Unbreakable Bond"Victor’s lips crashed against Emma’s, hungry and demanding as all the rage and frustration he carried had poured into that kiss. Emma melted into him, her body responding instantly to his powerful hold. He pulled her closer, gripping her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. The chaos around them didn’t matter anymore. It was just them, lost in the heat of the moment.“Victor…” Emma whispered between desperate breaths, her heart pounding.Victor pulled back slightly, just enough to lock eyes with her, his gaze fierce, almost possessive. “I’m done hiding,” he growled, his voice low but heavy with emotion. “I don’t give a damn what Ben thinks. Not him, not Maria, no one. You’re mine, Emma. I’ll fight anyone who tries to take you away from me.”His words sent shivers down Emma’s spine. No one had ever made her feel so wanted, so fiercely protected. She cupped his face, her fingers brushing the stubble on his jaw, and whispered, “I’m yours, Victor. Always.”V

The Gathering StormThe air in the conference room was thick with tension. Emma glanced at Victor from across the table, her hands smoothing the fabric of her navy blazer. Today’s meeting was crucial. Investors from some of the largest corporations were seated before them, ready to hear Victor’s vision for expanding their business empire. It should’ve been a straightforward presentation, a chance to solidify their company’s position in the market, but Emma had a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach.Victor, ever the calm presence, leaned forward, his fingers steepled under his chin. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice steady, "what we’re proposing is more than just an expansion. It’s a partnership that will revolutionize the industry. With your support, we can create a legacy that will stand for generations."Emma’s eyes flickered over the investors’ faces, reading their expressions. Some looked intrigued, others calculating, weighing the risks. Victor was captivating as