The rain had not stopped for hours, drumming against the penthouse windows like a quiet omen. Alyssa stood alone in her office, fingers brushing the sharp edges of a crimson rose left on her desk—an anonymous delivery with no card, only thorns.

Fitting, she thought. Beauty that cut skin open. Perfect for the war she was about to start.

Tonight, every move mattered. Every lie. Every alliance. Every knife.

And every rose.

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Alyssa’s Dangerous Proposal

Alyssa stared at the encrypted document glowing on her laptop screen. The deal was unprecedented—reckless, some might say suicidal. She didn’t care. What mattered was stopping Davin’s accumulation of shares before he could claim...