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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 97 – Alliances.

Vincent stared out at the city from his office window, the neon lights below a stark reminder of the empire he'd fought so hard to control. His hands trembled slightly as he set down the phone after reading one too many messages. The betrayal cut deeper than any business loss could, and the image of Nathan's smug smile still haunted him.

Inside, the tension was palpable. Zane paced the room, his gaze flicking between Vincent and the door, as if expecting someone—or something—to burst in at any moment. Vincent's mind was a storm of doubt and fury. He had trusted his instincts, believed in his empire, and in Zane's promise. And yet, the seeds of betrayal planted by Nathan were now beginning to rot everything he'd built.

"Vincent," Zane finally said, his voice low and rough with suppressed emotion. "We can't keep doing this."

Vincent turned slowly, his eyes dark and tired. "Doing what, Zane? Trusting each other? Or trusting the people we thought we knew?" His tone was bitter, echoing with memories of past hurts and shattered promises.

Across town, in a sleek boardroom lit by the cold glare of fluorescent lights, Cain sat at the head of a long table. His eyes were fixed on a digital report detailing the latest market moves—a move that could cripple Vincent's company if nothing was done. Lancaster and Dominic flanked him, their expressions unreadable yet foreboding. Damien's name had now entered the conversation too, and the stakes had never been higher.

Cain leaned forward, his voice measured and icy. "Vincent's empire is cracking from within. We've sown the seeds. Now it's time to reap the harvest."

Dominic's tone was clipped. "We need to tighten our grip. Damien's maneuver with the international client is only the beginning."

Lancaster smirked, his eyes glinting with the thrill of power. "Let him crumble. Then we rebuild from the ruins."

Cain's gaze was unyielding. "Not crumble. I want him to break, and I want it to be painful. When Vincent finally learns that loyalty means nothing here, then we move in."

Back in Vincent's office, Zane closed the distance between them, placing a calloused hand on Vincent's shoulder. "We can't let them win, Vincent. Not now, not ever."

Vincent's throat tightened with conflicted emotion. "I know. But I'm not sure I have the strength to fight every damn betrayal. Nathan… Cain… They're all closing in."

Zane's eyes flashed with determination and quiet defiance. "Then we fight together. Even if it means risking everything."

Vincent looked away, his jaw set in grim resolve. "I'm tired, Zane. Tired of running from the ghosts of the past and the lies that keep pulling me back."

Zane's grip on his shoulder grew firmer. "And you won't have to run if you trust me. I'm here. I always will be. But you need to stand up, Vincent. You need to show them that we're not broken."

Vincent's pulse pounded in his ears. Every word felt like a battle cry against the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. He remembered all the nights he'd spent alone, trying to outrun the pain of betrayal, the sting of every promise shattered by the man he once called family. Now, with Zane's steady presence and the bitter taste of retribution in his mouth, Vincent knew that this was the moment that defined him.

He inhaled slowly, steadying himself. "Alright," he whispered. "I'm not going to let them win."

Zane nodded. "Good. Because tomorrow, we start fighting back."

And as Vincent looked out over the city, he could almost see the glimmer of hope in the chaos—a fragile spark in the night that promised change. But beneath that spark, he knew the war was far from over.

ALLIANCES.