Page 119 of Desperate Actions

There’s no going back to the way it was before.

No more standing in the shadows.

No more pretending I don’t love her.

No more acting like she doesn’t belong to me.

No. Fucking. Way.

Because the cat’s out of the bag now, and even if her dad is pissed, even if the world has something to say about it, it doesn’t fucking matter.

Aella is mine.

And like the lady said, I’m hers.

All hers.

I watch her for a few more seconds until I can’t see her anymore, then it’s up one more floor to my offices.

Each floor looks pretty much the same.

Volkov Towers is more than just a skyscraper—it’s a monument to power.

A place where big things happen. Where deals are brokered that shape industries, where fortunes rise and fall with a single signature.

It stands imposing over the city skyline, a symbol of wealth and influence, a fortress of steel, glass, and absolute control.

Inside, luxury seeps into every inch of its design.

From the handpicked artwork that costs more than most people’s yearly salaries, to the custom Italian leather furniture that screams power and status.

The floors are polished to a mirror finish, the lighting is precision-engineered to exude warmth without softness—because softness has no place here.

Everything from the high-tech security systems to the handwoven rugs is designed to project dominance.

Volkov Industries doesn’t just play in the corporate world. It owns the damn game board.

To the outside world, this company is a titan, a force so powerful it likely terrifies most people.

Not Aella.

She walks through these halls with an ease that speaks to her bloodline. She doesn’t shrink under the weight of legacy, doesn’t hesitate in the face of empire-makers and boardroom sharks.

Like me, she was born to this.

Viper Enterprises might not be as vast as Volkov Industries, but it wields its own unique power—one built on precision, strategy, and calculated ruthlessness.

The Vipers don’t just compete. They command.

Their niche expertise and specialized operations make them indispensable in ways most corporations could only dream of. They may not have Volkov’s reach, but when they strike, they strike with lethal efficiency.

Over the years, Viper Enterprises and Volkov Industries have crossed paths countless times—working together, making moves, leveraging power where necessary.

Even though I respect the hell out of them for it.

Because power isn’t just about size. It’s about how you use it.

I imagine some people think our marriage is one hell of a merger.

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