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**Setting the Trap**Paris, France – Devereaux ChâteauLeo Cain Jr. and Isabella Devereaux had been rivals, lovers, and now—reluctant allies.Adrien Moreau had forced their hand.And now?They were about to force his.The study inside Devereaux Château was dimly lit, the only sources of illumination coming from the flickering fire in the stone hearth and the glow of Ethan Grey’s laptop.Leo leaned against the oak desk, arms crossed, his sharp green eyes focused on the screen. “We make him think we’re losing.”Isabella nodded, standing beside him. “He’s trying to drain our resources, so we let him believe it’s working.”Ethan sighed, rubbing his temples. “And how do you plan to do that? Announce to the world that you’re broke?”Leo smirked. “Not exactly.”He tapped the screen, pulling up a forged financial report.It showed massive losses—investors pulling out, revenue streams drying up.Ethan’s brows lifted. “You want to leak false numbers?”Isabella smirked. “We don’t just want to le
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***The Illusion of Victory***Monte Carlo, Monaco – Le MirageAdrien Moreau was used to winning.For years, he had operated from the shadows, pulling strings, orchestrating downfalls, ensuring that no one ever saw him coming.But as he sat at his VIP table in Le Mirage, flanked by Monaco’s elite, he felt a distinct shift in the air.Because standing in front of him—uninvited, unwelcome, and completely unfazed—were Leo Cain and Isabella Devereaux.Two people he had expected to be ruined by now.And yet—Here they were.Leo smirked, exuding the same unshakable confidence that had made him untouchable in the corporate world.Isabella, on the other hand, was pure elegance and danger wrapped in silk, her emerald-green eyes gleaming with something that sent a flicker of unease through Adrien’s chest.He didn’t like feeling unsettled.He masked it quickly, leaning back in his chair with a lazy grin. “Well, well. I wasn’t expecting company tonight.”Leo chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks as he
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** The Silence Between Us**Paris, France – Devereaux ChâteauThe war was over.And yet, in the quiet aftermath, neither Leo nor Isabella knew what to do next.For years, they had been locked in a battle for survival, playing a game of deception, power, and strategy.But now?Now, there was no enemy left to fight.No immediate threats.No carefully crafted plots.Just the two of them.And the silence between them.A Night of Unspoken WordsLeo sat on the terrace, his whiskey untouched.The view of Paris was breathtaking, the Eiffel Tower glowing in the distance, the city alive with laughter and movement.But all he could focus on was her.Isabella stood by the fireplace inside, her robe loosely tied around her, holding a glass of wine.She looked lost in thought.Leo leaned back in his chair, watching her.They had won.They had everything they wanted.So why did it feel like something was missing?After a moment, Isabella finally spoke.“We don’t know how to live without chaos,” she
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***A Fragile Peace***Paris, France – Devereaux ChâteauIsabella Devereaux was not used to uncertainty.She had spent her entire life knowing exactly what she wanted, how to get it, and who stood in her way.But now?Now, she was sitting across from Leo Cain at the breakfast table, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands—And she had no idea what came next.Leo, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease.Dressed in nothing but gray lounge pants, he leaned back in his chair, sipping his own coffee, his green eyes watching her too closely.“You’re thinking too hard, Devereaux.”Isabella didn’t look up. “I always think.”Leo smirked. “Yes. But usually, it’s about how to win.”She finally met his gaze.“And what do you think I’m thinking about now?”He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.“Whether you regret last night.”Isabella’s grip tightened around her cup.She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of admitting that she had spent the last hour trying to figure out exactly wh
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**The Calm Before the Storm**Milan, Italy – Private PenthouseThe city stretched out beneath them, golden lights flickering against the dark velvet sky.From the terrace of their penthouse, Leo Cain Jr. and Isabella Devereaux stood side by side, sipping their drinks in silence.They had won.Adrien Moreau was finished, his empire dismantled piece by piece, his influence in the wine industry erased.It should have felt like victory.Instead, there was an emptiness neither of them could name.Isabella exhaled, swirling the deep red liquid in her glass. “So, what now?”Leo smirked, though there was no amusement in it. “For the first time in years, I have no idea.”She glanced at him. “That’s new for you.”Leo turned, leaning against the balcony railing. “You always did enjoy making me uncomfortable.”A slow smile played on Isabella’s lips. “Someone has to.”The silence that followed wasn’t awkward—but it was heavy.They were standing on the other side of war.No enemies left to fight.N
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