Chapter 36: A Love Worth Fighting For
The night air was thick with tension as Alexander stood on the balcony, overlooking the city skyline. His mind was a battlefield of strategy and emotion, but one thought remained constant—Isabella.
She was inside, watching him, sensing the storm brewing within him. She had always known Alexander was a man of control, but tonight, she saw something else. Determination. Vengeance. Love.
She walked up behind him, slipping her arms around his waist. "Talk to me," she whispered, pressing her cheek against his back.
He covered her hands with his, exhaling slowly. "Langford won't stop unless I make him."
She tightened her grip on him. "And you're ready for that?"
He turned to face her, his eyes dark with intensity. "I've never been more ready." His fingers traced her jawline, tilting her face up to him. "But I need to know that you're with me. No matter what happens next."
She reached up, brushing her fingers over his lips. "Alexander, I love you. Nothing changes that. Not Langford, not your past, nothing."
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. "Then let's finish this."
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A Dangerous Plan
The next morning, Alexander gathered his most trusted men at a private location. Ethan, his right-hand man, leaned against the table, arms crossed.
"We've tracked Langford's movements. He's making deals to regain control of the territories you took from him," Ethan reported.
Alexander's jaw tightened. "Then we cut him off before he gets stronger."
Ethan smirked. "Already ahead of you. We've intercepted two shipments meant for him. He's bleeding resources."
A slow, predatory smile spread across Alexander's face. "Good. But it's not enough. We need to strike where it hurts."
Ethan arched a brow. "His accounts?"
Alexander nodded. "I want his finances frozen. Every last cent. Without money, he's powerless."
Ethan chuckled. "Cold. I like it."
But Alexander wasn't smiling. "This isn't just business anymore. He came after Isabella. He made it personal. Now, I'm making sure he regrets it."
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A Moment of Love Before War
Later that night, Alexander returned home to find Isabella waiting for him, wrapped in nothing but one of his dress shirts.
His breath caught in his throat. "You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart."
She smirked. "So are you."
He walked toward her, his eyes dark with desire. "You should be resting."
She placed a hand on his chest, pushing him onto the couch. "And you should stop pretending you don't need me just as much as I need you."
Alexander groaned as she straddled his lap, her lips claiming his in a kiss that left no room for doubt.
He was a man at war.
But with Isabella in his arms, he knew he had already won the greatest battle of all.
To be continued…