Heart of the StormVictor stormed out of the boardroom, his blood boiling. He could still hear Maria’s taunting words, lingering like a toxin in his mind. Her threats weren’t just personal anymore; they were aimed directly at his empire. The scandal, the media smear, it was a deliberate attempt to strip him of everything. And now, their company was on the brink of collapse.Emma stood alone in the hallway, still shaken by the intensity of Victor’s coldness earlier. She wiped her tears, forcing herself to stand tall. Now wasn’t the time to fall apart. She knew deep down that Victor needed her strength, even if he wasn’t willing to admit it.As her phone buzzed, Emma glanced at it quickly. Another alert from her assistant, Nadia."Emma, it’s worse than we thought. The media has picked up the fake news story about the Kira Group deal being fraudulent. It’s everywhere. They’re saying you and Victor embezzled millions."Her heart sank like a stone. This wasn’t just an attack. It was an all
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’s eyes burned with determination as he pulled back from Emma, the tension between them replaced by a rare moment of understanding. “Let them try. Let Maria throw whatever she wants at us,” he growled, his voice rough with frustration. “We’re just getting started.”Emma smiled faintly, though the knot in her stomach hadn’t loosened. Their small victory over Maria felt fragile, as if it could crumble at any moment. And as if on cue, the phone on the conference table buzzed, an ominous vibration cutting through the room.Emma reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly. She read the message on the screen and her heart dropped.“It’s Nadia,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “She says we have a bigger problem.”Victor's jaw clenched. “What now?”Emma glanced at him, then back at the phone, her hands suddenly cold. “The media has started digging into our finances. They’re accusing us of money laundering. And it’s not just a rumor, they have documents. Someone’s feeding
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
**Chapter Title: The Flames of DesireVictor’s heart was still racing from the battle, but the warmth of Emma in his arms had begun to calm the storm inside him. Her lips against his had ignited something that had long been buried, a flame that had been waiting for this exact moment to burn bright. But as much as the heat between them roared, there was no time to indulge in it. Not yet.They pulled apart slightly, both breathing hard, the intensity of the moment lingering between them. The battlefield around them was quiet now, only the groans of the defeated and the rustling of the wind filling the space. His soldiers had secured the area, and Maria was being dragged away by Victor’s men, still snarling but defeated.Victor looked down at Emma, her face flushed from the battle, her lips slightly swollen from their kiss, and his heart thudded in his chest. She was everything he never knew he needed. Strong, loyal, fierce.“We need to get out of here,” Victor said softly, his voice ro
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
Victor walked into the office, Emma by his side, exuding an air of calm despite the whispers that had already begun before they even reached the door. His presence, though quiet, was impossible to ignore. The rumors of his demise had spread like wildfire, and the disbelief in his return was evident in every set of eyes that watched him move through the room. "Is that...Victor?" someone murmured.“I thought he was dead,” another whispered, clearly shocked.Victor’s expression remained unchanged, but Emma’s eyes flicked to the side, catching the faces of the ones speaking under their breath. She didn’t like the way they were looking at Victor, their voices laced with suspicion and disdain.“This man doesn’t know when to stay down,” one of them said louder this time, shaking his head in disbelief.Emma stopped walking abruptly, her eyes narrowing. She’d had enough.“What did you just say?” she snapped, turning to face the group who had been gossiping.The men shifted uncomfortably, avoi
“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