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34. The Breaking Point
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2025-03-17 22:00:28The room felt heavier, charged with something dangerous.
Adrian stood in the center of the penthouse, the city lights casting sharp shadows across his face. The video was still open on Marcus’s phone, but no one moved. No one spoke. Because at that moment, Adrian Black wasn’t just angry. He was lethal.
Amelia could feel it, the controlled storm brewing beneath his surface. It wasn’t just about Ethan anymore. This was about control. And Victor Calloway had just made one thing painfully clear. He wasn’t done. And if Adrian didn’t end this now, Amelia would be next.
Adrian’s grip tightened around Marcus’s phone, his knuckles turning white. The video had been short, but it had said everything Victor wanted it to. He exhaled slowly, suppr
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