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“What if we create something entirely our own?”Alexander’s words hung between us, weighted with possibilities. His tone was casual, but I knew better. Nothing about Alexander Steele was casual.I set my wine glass down, studying him across the dimly lit balcony. The city stretched below us, a kingdom he had fought to maintain. A world I had clawed my way into. And now, here he was, offering something new.Something ours.I leaned back against my chair, arms crossed. “You don’t do ‘new,’ Alexander. You do calculated, strategic, and legacy-driven.”His lips twitched. “Maybe my strategy is changing.”I scoffed, but my pulse quickened. “What exactly are you suggesting?”He exhaled, setting his own glass aside. “Steele Industries will always be my responsibility, but it doesn’t have to be my entire identity. Or yours.”I stiffened. “I never said I wanted out.”His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering. “And I’d never ask you to be.”Silence.And then—he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Th

"What if we don’t make it?"The words tumbled out before I could stop them, raw and unfiltered. They hung between us, weighty and dangerous, a confession I hadn't meant to say out loud.Alexander’s grip on my waist tightened. “We will.”His voice carried the same unshakable confidence he always had, but something about it felt different. Maybe because we had both been through too much to believe in guarantees anymore.I wanted to trust him, to trust us, but doubt coiled in my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him—I did. Fiercely. Desperately. But love had never been our problem. It was everything else. The ghosts of the past, the scars of betrayal, the war we had just barely crawled out of.I searched his face. “And what if we don’t?”His jaw clenched. “Then I’ll fight for us. Even if you stop believing, even if you push me away, I’ll keep fighting.”The certainty in his words made my throat tighten. How did he always know exactly what to say to pull me back from the edge?I took a

Every move has a consequence. And now, it’s their turn to pay."The courtroom felt suffocating. Too many bodies pressed into the gallery, too many murmurs floating beneath the surface. Cameras flashed, pens scratched against the paper, the press ready to devour whatever blood spilt first.But all I could focus on was the two people sitting at the defendant's table.Damien. Cassandra.The architects of so much destruction. The reason I’d spent months waking up drenched in sweat, wondering if my world was about to collapse.They looked different now—Damien’s tailored arrogance slipping at the edges, Cassandra’s composed elegance starting to crack. But even now, sitting in the face of their ruin, they held themselves like people who still believed they could win.That was the thing about people like them. They never believed in endings until they were standing at the edge of one.Alexander sat beside me, his body rigid, his fingers laced together like he was holding himself together thro

A Line We Hadn’t Crossed Before"You always say you don’t need grand gestures."Alexander’s voice was steady, but something simmered beneath the surface—something cautious, almost hesitant. Alexander Steele didn’t hesitate. Not in business, not in battle, not in anything. And yet, as he stood in the doorway of my office, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for my reaction, I knew this was different.I looked up from my laptop, arching a brow. “That’s because I don’t.”He smirked. “And yet, I think you’ll like this one.”I let out a slow breath, shutting my laptop. “Should I be worried?”He stepped forward, leaning on the edge of my desk, invading my space just enough to make my pulse tick up. “Only if you don’t like surprises.”Damn him.Alexander didn’t do surprises. Which meant this was planned. Which meant this mattered.I folded my arms. “You don’t do unnecessary things.”“Correct.”I studied him, but he gave nothing away. His expression was calm, unreadable, except for the sligh

The city stretched below us, a tapestry of glittering lights weaving through the skyline. From this height, everything seemed smaller, manageable. A lie, maybe. But tonight, for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe in something bigger than the wars we’d fought.Alexander stood beside me on the balcony, his presence steady, grounding. He wasn’t touching me, but I felt him in the way the air shifted when he moved, in the quiet inhale he took before speaking.“Do you ever think about how different things could have been?” My voice barely broke the silence, yet I knew he heard me.Alexander exhaled slowly, fingers flexing against the iron railing. “I used to.”“And now?”His gaze slid to mine, sharp, assessing. “Now, I don’t waste time on what-ifs.”I smiled, slow and knowing. “That’s very you.”He smirked, reaching for his drink. “And you?”I hesitated, my fingers playing with the condensation on my glass. “I used to think about what I lost. Now, I think about what we buil