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Dominance & Desire

In the cutthroat world of business, Vincent Graves is known for his ruthless precision. Cold, calculating, and always in control, he’s built an empire through sheer dominance. Zane Harrington, on the other hand, is everything Vincent despises—reckless, unpredictable, and far too tempting for his own good.

When a multi-million-dollar inheritance forces them into an uneasy partnership, their long-standing rivalry ignites into something even more dangerous. Every meeting is a battlefield, every conversation a game of power. But beneath the sharp words and heated stares, desire simmers—dark, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.

As past traumas resurface and buried emotions claw their way to the surface, Vincent and Zane are left with a choice: fight until they destroy each other… or surrender to the fire that threatens to consume them both.

Enemies by fate. Bound by power. Seduced by something neither of them is ready to admit.


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DOMINANCE &DESIRE

Volume 3, Chapter 85 – Cracking the Glass

Vincent barely had time to move before Zane fired.

The bullet hit just beside the window frame—a warning shot.

A low chuckle followed. Not afraid. Not startled. Just amused.

"Really, V? That any way to greet an old friend?"

Zane didn't lower the gun. "I won't miss next time."

A slow exhale. Then Dominic's voice, smooth and familiar:

"Relax, cowboy. I'm not here to kill anyone."

Vincent's stomach twisted. The same old Dominic. Always dancing the line between threat and charm, between loyalty and betrayal.

Zane's grip on the gun didn't waver. "Then why are you here?"

A shadow moved outside the window. Dominic.

Then, in a voice softer than before—too soft:

Zane stiffened beside him. Vincent's pulse pounded.

Because that sentence? That was a problem.

"Not happening," Zane said coldly.

A chuckle. "Didn't think it'd be that easy." A pause. Then: "But you don't know, do you?"

Vincent's breath caught. That tone. That knowing, smug edge.

Vincent forced his voice to stay steady. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Silence. Then—a whisper through the window:

The past slammed into Vincent so fast, so hard, he felt dizzy.

Memories. Blood. Running. Someone's hand grabbing his wrist. A name he'd tried to forget.

And a promise he'd never meant to keep.

"Ah," Dominic murmured. "There it is."

Zane's gaze flicked between them. Calculating. Protective.

Vincent couldn't breathe. Because whatever this was—it wasn't over.

Dominic had come for a reason. And Vincent had a sinking feeling…

CRACKING THE GLASS.