Chapter 59

Zahra's POV

The weight of what we had just accomplished settled over me like a heavy fog.

Ali was finished.

His empire had crumbled, his allies had abandoned him, and now, he had no power left to wield against us.

But it wasn't over yet.

I stood in the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. The once-opulent office, lined with dark mahogany furniture and walls adorned with expensive artwork, now felt like a prison. Papers were scattered across the floor, a desk chair overturned—remnants of a man desperately clinging to control.

And in the center of it all stood Ali.

His once-pristine suit was wrinkled, his tie loosened in frustration. The sharp, calculating gleam in his eyes had dulled, replaced by something else. Resignation, maybe. Or perhaps he was still looking for a way out.