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He fights for survival. She fights for love. In the brutal world of underground boxing, where fists carve destinies and love is a dangerous game, Alexander "The Revenant" Voss is a man haunted by demons. Scarred by a childhood of violence and a past soaked in blood, he believes he is incapable of love—until he meets Eve Laurent, a psychologist who sees through his armor. Their romance is as dark as it is beautiful, built on pain, passion, and the promise of something neither of them truly believes they deserve. But love is never enough. When the past returns with a vengeance, Alexander is forced to choose between redemption and destruction, between the ring and the woman who holds his fragile soul. In the end, some battles can only be won by losing everything.

Gloves & Sins

The fight is brutal. Blood splatters, ribs crack, but Alexander doesn't go down. His opponent—a monster built for violence—throws a punch meant to break bones, but Alexander weaves, retaliating with a devastating hook to the ribs. The sickening crunch of impact echoes through the underground arena. But this isn't just about the fight. It never was.

Every hit he takes, every bead of sweat rolling down his skin, is just another test. Another piece of himself he has to sacrifice to keep Eve safe. He's survived worse. He's bled more. And when his opponent stumbles, gasping for breath, Alexander doesn't hesitate. One last strike—an uppercut that sends the man crumbling to the mat.

The crowd erupts. Gamblers shout, fists slam against metal bars. But the moment is fleeting. Victory means nothing when the war isn't over.

He barely registers the referee lifting his arm before he turns. Instinct drives him—an unsettling, gut-wrenching sense that something is wrong. His gaze sweeps the arena, searching, scanning. And then he sees her.

She's not in the place he left her. She's not in the crowd at all. Instead, she's on the opposite end of the arena, a hand gripping her throat, the barrel of a gun pressed against her temple.

A cold, sickening rage coils in his gut, twisting like a blade. The man holding her is grinning—predatory, confident, like he's already won. And maybe, for a split second, he believes he has.

Alexander moves without thinking, but the barrel digs harder into Eve's temple, stopping him cold.

"Ah, ah," the man taunts, his voice laced with amusement. "You win, and yet you lose. Funny how that works, huh?"

Alexander clenches his fists so tightly his knuckles burn. His muscles coil, his breath slow and controlled, but inside, the beast in him is roaring, begging to be unleashed.

Eve's wide eyes lock onto his. There's no fear in them—only determination. She's telling him something without words.

Alexander steps forward, his voice razor-sharp, deadly calm. "You just made the worst mistake of your life."

The man chuckles, cocky, oblivious to the fact that he's already dead. "We'll see about that."

The gun cocks. The world narrows. And in that breath of silence before the storm, Alexander makes a choice.

And the whole arena is about to burn for it.

CHAPTER 30 : The Breaking Point