bChapter /bb106 /b

The lights in the penthouse were dim, casting long shages across the marble floors.

Damon stood by the window, a tumbler of whisky clutched in one hand, untouched. The ice had long since melted, bbut /bhe hadn’t noticed.

Outside, the city pulsed with life–cars honking, neon lights flickering, and people rushing to destinations that didn’t concern him,

None of it mattered. Not when the one person who used to belong to him now belonged to someone else

He finally understood what Matthew had meant when he said she was under Alejandro’s spell.

Nivera

That damn gil and that damn mant

His jaw clenched as the image of her shed in bhis /bmind again–the way she had looked at Alejandro at the g.

It was not with bfear/bb, /bnot beven /bwith forced politeness, bbut /bwith that subtle tension in her shoulders, the kind a woman reserved for a man who knew her bodyb. /b

Who had seen her vulnerable, touched her skin, and keard her whisper in the dark.

It was the way she once bused /bto look at him–like he was the only man in the world. bAnd /bnow?

Now she looked at Alejandro like that

He scoffed and turned away from the window. The name alone made his chest lighten with rage. Alejandro Garcia. Arrogant bastard.

Everything about thaman imitated him the fake charm, the cocky smirk, the effortless bway /bhe always got what he wanted, like the universe bowed /bhim. And now, he had Nivera too.

Damon’s fingers curled tightly around the ss. He’d always known Alejandro was dangerous, not just in the business world, but in every possible way.

A man like him didn’t care about emotions. He collected people like trophies, used them, broke them, and moved on. But Nivera… she wasn’t some ything. She wasn’t meant to be with a man like him.

She was meant to be his

Dropping the ss, he raked a hand through his hair and paced the room like a caged animal. He could feel the rage simmering bjust /bbeneath his skin. The betrayal and the injustice

bNivera /bhad always been his

Alwaysb–/beven before she ever bknow /bit

Their families had agreed. His father, her father. It had been a matter of business, of legacy, of power. He had known since he was fifteen that she would one bday /bbe his wille.

And he had seen her before she ever saw him at a partyb, /bbarely seventeen, in a red dress that made her look like royalty and ruin. He’d watched herugh with some socialite brat, and something in him had shifted.

It was possession and bneed/b.

He had wanted her from that day, and she had wanted him too–eventually.

bNivera /bhad been all fire and ice. Beautiful, intelligent, proud and untouchable. But he’d chipped at that wall, hadn’t he?

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He made herugh and got under her skin. She’d opened up to him eventually, softened in ways that made him believe they could really work was his; and then just ke that–she walked away

That was where she’d gone wrong. He would have goner her, but he had studies at the time, and when he got backb, /bbshe /bbwas /bgone.

He had felt rest assured that her father would uphold his end of his agreement and keep his daughter under control.

Who knew the man didn’t have the ballsb? /b

Her father had told him when he returned that she was stubborn and unfit to be his wife. She needed to understand the real world, but after the hoo years were up, she would, and they would get married.

He wanted to have her fully, publicly, legally, and in every way that mattered. He had always wanted to

fact that she now belonged to Alejandro, of all people, was a de to his pride.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

If his father had moved faster, the engagement would have been formalized already.

They would have had a public announcement, an borate party, and a guest list filled with politicians and billionaires. She would’ve worn his ring, slept in his bed, and carried bhis /bname.

Now, the world bwas /balready starting to ept her as “Alejandro’s woman. The media was buzzing Whispers of them attending events together, of how close they’d gotten, and of how different she seemed now confident, untouchable, colder.

She’d forgotten her bce/bb, /bforgotten who he was who they were, but she would remember.

Oh, she would.

Damon walked to the bar and poured another drink, something darker and stronger. His hand shook slightly as he brought the ss to his lips.

Alejandro seemed to hold–not just over Nivera, but over the city. The whispers about him were endless. That he was untouchable. That even the bw /bdanced to his bune.

But Damon wasn’t afraid ofhim, not in the way others were; after all, his family was also a force to be reckoned with.

He bhadn’t /bmet Alejandre before, and so despite the fact that he had heard multiple businessmenin babout /bhow much they loathed the Garcia brothers, he was indifferent about them.

But now? Now it was personal.

Now it bwas /bwar

Alejandro was smarter than most, and bthat /bmade him dangerous, but that didn’t make him untouchable.

Sooner orter, every man’s power cracked,

Damon bknew /bwhere Alejandro came from. The Garcias weren’t invincible. They had enemies too, band /bone way or another, he would find a way to sever whatever toxic tie existed between Nivera and that man.

If bAlejandro /bthought he could take her and walk baway /bunscathed, he was wrong.

Very wrong.

Damen smiled bitterly. There were still cards left to y. And unlike Alejandro, he didn’t need to be charming t

to win.

He just had to be patientb, /band smart about it.

bBecause /bshe was his. She had always been his.

If she was acting bout /bnow, it was only because she was confused, manipted, and under pressure. Or worse–enchanted bby /bAlejandro’s bu /bthat wouldn’tst.

He would remind herb. /b

He would show her what they had. Who they were meant to be. And when the time came, he wouldn’t ask this time. He would take.

This time, he would make damn sure no one stood in his way

Especially not Alejandro.

He would burn the world before letting that man keep what belonged to him.

Bringing out his phone, he dialed a number. The receiver picked up on the second ring

“I need you to do something for me.

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