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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

Eve gets a threatening message, warning her to leave Alexander or die. The words are clear, brutal, and final. She stares at the note clutched in her trembling fingers, reading the blood-red ink over and over again: Walk away, or be buried beside him.

Alexander finds her standing frozen, her face pale as she grips the letter like a lifeline. The moment he sees it, his heart turns to ice. He knew this would happen. He knew the closer Eve got to him, the more danger she would be in. And now, they were coming for her.

But she refuses to leave. "I'm not running, Alexander. Not from them. Not from you."

He should have expected that. Eve wasn't someone who cowered in fear. She was fire and steel, stubborn to a fault. And that's why he had to make sure she walked away—before it was too late.

The Breaking Point

That night, Alexander makes his choice. He stands in their small, dimly lit apartment, watching her sleep, memorizing every detail. The way her chest rises and falls in even breaths. The way her hair spills over the pillow. The peaceful look on her face, oblivious to the war he is about to wage inside himself.

She deserves a life without fear. Without bloodshed. Without him.

By morning, he's different. Colder. Sharper. He cuts into her with words sharper than any knife, pushing her away with cruel precision.

"You were a mistake, Eve. This—us—was never going to last. I don't need you."

Her eyes darken with disbelief, then betrayal. "You're lying."

He smirks, cruel and unforgiving. "Think whatever you want. But the truth is, you were just a distraction."

Eve doesn't move. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, her body trembling. "You don't mean that."

But he does. Or at least, he makes himself believe he does.

"I'd rather she hate me and live than love me and die."

With those words, he turns and walks away. Every step is a blade in his own chest, but he doesn't stop. He can't afford to.

Eve doesn't chase after him. She just stands there, watching him leave, her heart shattering. He doesn't look back.

The moment the door slams shut behind him, she sinks to the floor, tears burning her eyes. She should have known. Should have seen this coming. But it doesn't hurt any less.

Meanwhile, Alexander drowns himself in violence. He throws himself into the war against his father, reckless, merciless, unstoppable. Carver notices the change immediately.

Alexander doesn't deny it. He embraces it.

Carver exhales sharply. "You think pushing her away is going to save her? You're a damn fool, Voss."

Alexander doesn't respond. He just walks away, carrying the weight of his choices like a coffin on his back.

He tells himself he did the right thing.

Then why does it feel like he just lost everything?

CHAPTER 63 – The Last Goodbye