Dylan sat in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring blankly at the documents before him.
Something felt wrong.
Too quiet. Too still.
He had sent for Heaven an hour ago, yet she hadn't come.
Jayden had gone to get her.
Jayden.
A slow realization crept in.
Dylan's grip on the glass tightened.
A knock.
"Boss!" A guard burst in, panting. "Heaven is gone!"
Dylan's blood ran cold. "What do you mean gone?"
The guard hesitated. "She… she was last seen with Jayden."
The glass in Dylan's hand shattered.
Jayden.
A traitor.
His most trusted man had betrayed him.
Dylan shot up from his chair, his entire body seething with rage.
"Find him. Now!"
The war had just turned personal.
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Richard's Game Begins
Heaven sat in the dimly lit room, bound to the chair.
Her wrists ached from the rough rope, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear curling in her stomach.
Richard sat across from her, relaxed, sipping a glass of whiskey.
"You look worried, little dove," he said with a smirk. "Don't be. I don't plan on hurting you… yet."
Heaven glared at him. "What do you want from me?"
Richard leaned forward. "I want to break Dylan."
Her stomach clenched. "And how do I fit into that?"
His smirk widened. "Because for the first time in his miserable life, Dylan wants something."
He took another sip.
"And I plan to take it away from him."
Heaven's blood turned to ice.
Richard reached out and traced a finger along her jawline.
"I wonder how far Dylan will go to get you back."
She jerked her face away. "You're disgusting."
Richard only chuckled. "You haven't seen anything yet, little dove."
A door opened, and Jayden stepped inside.
Heaven's breath caught in her throat.
Jayden.
The man who had once protected her.
The man who had betrayed Dylan.
Jayden's eyes met hers, and for the first time, she saw something flicker there—guilt.
But it was too late for regrets.
Richard stood, stretching. "Let's see how long Dylan can last before he cracks."
His smirk deepened.
"And how long before you do."