The Heat of BattleVictor stormed out of the room, his mind a chaotic storm of emotions. The betrayal Maria had insinuated lingered in his thoughts, but he couldn't let that cloud his judgment. Not now. His company was under attack, and no matter what personal issues brewed between him and Emma, they had a fight on their hands.Emma, shaken from Victor’s coldness, wiped away her tears and steeled herself. She had to focus. Victor needed her now more than ever, even if he didn’t realize it. Maria and Daniel weren’t just out to destroy their relationship, they were gunning for everything they had built.Before Emma could fully gather her thoughts, her phone buzzed with an alert. It was a message from her assistant, Nadia."We’ve got a problem. The media's running a story claiming our newest deal with the Kira Group is a fraud. They’re saying you and Victor are hiding funds."Emma’s heart sank. This wasn’t just a smear campaign, this was full-on corporate sabotage.She bolted out of the

Allies and EnemiesVictor leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as exhaustion weighed him down. It had been a hellish day. Maria's poison had spread through every corner of his company, from the boardroom to the press, leaving him scrambling to contain the damage. But it wasn’t over yet. He knew Maria well enough to understand this was just the beginning. She wasn’t going to stop until she had burned everything he had built to the ground.His gaze drifted toward Emma. She was still sitting across the room, staring at her phone, no doubt watching the media storm unfold in real time. Her face was pale, her usual spark dimmed by the weight of the situation. But despite the toll the day had taken, there was something in her eyes that still burned, a defiant fire that refused to go out.Victor pushed away from his desk, walking over to her. “Emma,” he said, his voice low but firm. “We’re not letting her win. Not like this.”Emma looked up, her expression softening as she met his ga

Victor stood at the front of his forces, gripping his sword tightly as the setting sun cast a fiery glow over the battlefield. His heart raced, and his eyes narrowed on the army standing against them. Maria stood tall, her cruel smile spreading across her face, and beside her was the new villain, Lord Arkan, a towering figure, his dark armor gleaming in the dying light.“Stay close to me, Emma,” Victor muttered, his eyes scanning the horizon, knowing this battle would be unlike any before.Emma’s voice was calm, but there was a fierce determination in her words. “I’m not leaving your side, Victor. We end this tonight.”Victor glanced at her, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. Could she handle what was coming? He opened his mouth to question her, but Emma’s steady gaze met his, leaving no room for doubt.“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice quieter now.“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Emma’s voice was firm, her eyes locked on the enemy. “Let’s finish it

Victor and Emma sat across from each other at a secluded table in a quiet restaurant, a place away from the prying eyes of the city. They had come here for lunch, to take a break from the chaos of their war-ridden world. Yet, the tension between them had less to do with their relationship and more with the enemies lurking in the shadows, waiting for any chance to strike.Victor’s gaze was locked on Emma, who was casually sipping from her glass of wine. Despite the soft lighting and the peaceful setting, his mind was already back on the battlefield. He clenched his jaw, pushing away the disturbing thoughts of their enemies, Lord Arkan, Maria, and everyone else who wanted them dead.“I don’t trust this peace,” Victor muttered, his voice gruff. “They won’t stop until we’re buried six feet under.”Emma placed her glass down, her eyes sharp as she looked at him. “I know. They’re waiting for us to slip up. That’s what they do, watch and strike when we least expect it.”“Damn right,” Victor

“You’ve all crossed the line,” Emma’s voice cut through the air like a blade, as she stood in the center of the office, staring down the workers. Her eyes blazed with fury, her body tense with restrained anger. The room went silent as everyone turned to face her, their whispers dying off under the weight of her glare. Victor stood behind her, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his posture said everything. He wasn’t going to stop her. Emma’s voice was cold and steady. “You think because Victor hasn’t said anything that you can treat him however you want? That his silence means weakness? Let me make something very clear — Victor may be calm, but he is far from weak. And if you think you can keep humiliating him, spreading your gossip like cowards, you’re about to see exactly how dangerous he can be.”One of the men in the back tried to laugh it off. “Miss Emma, we didn’t mean—”Emma cut him off with a sharp wave of her hand. “Stop with the excuses. You meant every word. You