The weight of everything was bearing down on me, suffocating me. Each breath felt harder to take, each thought more scattered than the last. The past few days had been a whirlwind, a blur of accusations, betrayals, and dark discoveries. And now, with Lucas gone, we were running out of time. The time to act was now, or we risked losing everything we had worked for. Our legacy, the empire we had spent years building—Victor had already taken so much from us. But he wouldn't take it all.
Damien stood across from me, his face hardened by the weight of the situation. The last few days had worn him down. The sleepless nights, the constant threat of Victor's next move—it was taking its toll. But we had to push forward. There was no other option.