Page 42 of Wrestling With Love

Diamond was losing.

Round Three

She forced herself to breathe.

Luca’s voice cut through the noise.

"You're not losing, Diamond."

Something ignited in her chest.

The final round started, and she moved differently.

More aggressive. More precise.

Brianna lunged. Diamond saw it coming.

She ducked, twisted, and countered.

Her arm locked around Brianna’s waist.

One powerful lift. One perfect slam.

Brianna hit the mat.

Loud.

Diamond pinned her, body locked tight.

Five seconds.

The whistle blew.

The match was over.

She won!!!

For a second, everything blurred.

Then—the noise hit her.

Lena was screaming. Vincent gave his rare approving nod.

And Luca’s family? Cheering.

But her eyes only searched for one person.

Luca.

He stood at the edge of the mat, a slow clap breaking through the chaos.

Pride burned in his eyes.

She swallowed hard. This felt different.

She wasn’t used to winning and having people proud of her.

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