From Nemises To Lovers

The flash drive felt small in Isabella's palm, but she knew the information inside had the power to bring Victor Langston's empire crashing down.

They had infiltrated his world, gathered the evidence, and now it was time to make their move.

Alexander tapped his watch. "We have sixty seconds before someone realizes we were here."

Isabella nodded, slipping the drive into her clutch as they moved swiftly through the dimly lit hallway. Footsteps echoed from the main corridor guards were on patrol.

Claire's voice crackled through the earpiece. "You have an exit route through the north wing. Keep moving."

They turned a corner, walking with calculated ease, blending into the elegance of the gala. Langston's security might have been tight, but they were smarter.

As they reached the grand staircase, Victor Langston himself appeared at the bottom, swirling a glass of whiskey, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd.

Isabella's heart pounded, but she maintained her composure. She leaned toward Alexander, her lips close to his ear. "Keep walking. Slowly."

Langston's gaze flickered toward them, narrowing slightly. Had he sensed something?

Alexander, ever the strategist, smirked and placed a hand at the small of Isabella's back, guiding her down the stairs with the confidence of a man who belonged. A perfect distraction.

Langston's lips curled into an amused smirk, raising his glass in their direction before turning away.

They walked past him, stepping into the cool night air, where Damian was waiting with the getaway car.

They had made it out.

But the real battle? It was just beginning.