Title: A Bitter Betrayal

Classic's POV

I was in the middle of securing my next big deal when my phone buzzed with the alert. I didn't need to look at the name; I could already feel the tension rising.

I'd been tracking the situation from my side, quietly positioning myself in the shadows, but I had no idea Amara had moved this fast.

I answered the call.

"Classic," the voice on the other end said urgently. "The operation's compromised. We're under attack."

The sound of chaos came through the line—agents yelling, scrambling.

"What do you mean, under attack?" I snapped, standing up from my desk. "Who's behind it?"

"Amara," came the simple reply.

I clenched my jaw. I'd been expecting this. Amara was ruthless, but she wasn't careless. She was calculated—too precise for her own good.

"Pull back your men. We're going into full retreat mode," I ordered.

But the truth? I knew.

It was already too late.