The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 90

Victor stood from his chair, the weariness in his body suddenly evaporating as his eyes locked onto Emma. The tension between them, once painful and unresolved, now crackled with something far more intense. Emma’s gaze held his, unwavering and fierce. Despite the turmoil of the night, the weight of betrayal and anger, an undeniable heat surged between them. The room felt smaller, the air thicker with each passing second.

Emma didn’t flinch when Victor took a step toward her, the shadows of their argument still lingering in the air. But something had shifted, something raw and primal. They both knew this wasn’t the time to unravel everything between them, but the pull they felt toward each other was undeniable.

Victor reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Emma’s ear, his fingers grazing her skin. She didn’t move, didn’t resist. The silence between them was heavy, but now it thrummed with a different kind of electricity.

"I’ve hurt you," Victor said, his voice low, the ad