Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine
Don't Leave Me, Mate
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Requiem of A Broken Heart
Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines
The wind tore through Alessia's hair as she stood at the edge of the jagged cliff, the terrain below sprawling out in wild, untamed chaos. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, the adrenaline coursing through her veins making her limbs feel both weightless and leaden at once. She swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the dizzying drop that seemed to stretch endlessly beneath her feet.
"This is madness," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Nico's voice came from behind her, calm and laced with quiet challenge. His silhouette was stark against the pale morning light, his arms crossed over his chest as he stepped closer, his boots crunching on the gravel. "Jump."
Alessia's head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." His expression was unreadable, but the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth spoke volumes. "Jump. Or are you going to tell me that the big bad Alessia is afraid of a little fall?"
Her jaw tightened, and a fire lit in her chest. "I'm not afraid."
"Then prove it." He gestured toward the void below. "Show me."
Alessia turned back to the cliff, her pulse pounding in her ears. The drop was sheer, the rocks below jagged and merciless. Her instincts screamed at her to step back, to walk away, but another voice, a quieter, fiercer one, urged her forward. It whispered of defiance, of courage, of refusing to let anyone, especially Nico, see her falter.
"What's the point of this?" she asked, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her.
"The point," Nico said, stepping up beside her, "is to see what you're made of. Fear has no place where we're going. You have to leave it behind, or it'll destroy you."
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, searching his face for a hint of reassurance or even concern. There was none. Only an icy resolve that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Easy for you to say," she muttered, gripping her fists tightly. The breeze tugged at her clothes, threatening to pull her forward.
"Easy? Hardly." Nico's tone darkened, a rare vulnerability creeping into his voice. "But I've done it. And now, so will you."
Alessia's lips pressed into a thin line. She looked down again, the chasm below seeming to taunt her. Every fiber of her being wanted to retreat, to argue, to refuse. But deep down, she knew she couldn't. Not with him watching.
With a deep breath, she took a step back. Nico raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning, but before he could speak, she surged forward, her legs propelling her off the edge.
The air rushed past her in a deafening roar, her body weightless as she plummeted toward the ground. Her heart leapt into her throat, a scream bubbling up but never escaping. For a split second, time seemed to freeze, and all she could feel was the raw, unbridled freedom of the fall. Then, the ground rose to meet her.
She hit the water below with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs, the cold slicing through her like a blade. She kicked desperately, her limbs flailing as she fought her way to the surface. When her head finally broke through, she gasped for air, her lungs burning.
The sound of clapping echoed above her. She looked up to see Nico standing at the edge of the cliff, his hands slow and deliberate. His smirk was wider now, his approval begrudging but unmistakable.
"Not bad," he called down, his voice carrying over the roar of the river. "For a beginner."
Alessia scowled, her body aching as she swam toward the rocky shore. By the time she dragged herself onto the bank, Nico was there, having made his way down with infuriating ease. He offered her a hand, and she hesitated before taking it, his grip firm and steady as he pulled her to her feet.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it," he admitted, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"Didn't think I'd survive?" Alessia shot back, wringing water from her hair.
"No." He stepped closer, his eyes dark and piercing. "Didn't think you'd have the guts."
Her chin lifted, defiance sparking in her eyes. "Guess you don't know me as well as you think."
For a moment, they stood in silence, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Then Nico turned, gesturing for her to follow. "Come on," he said, his tone lighter now. "That was just the warm-up."
Alessia's legs felt like lead as she trudged after him, her body screaming for rest. But despite the exhaustion, a small flicker of pride warmed her chest. She'd jumped. She'd survived. And for the first time, she felt like she might actually be able to handle whatever came next.
As they climbed back toward the training ground, Nico glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable once again. "You might just make it," he said, almost to himself.
Alessia didn't respond, but her resolve hardened. She wasn't just going to make it. She was going to prove him wrong. Every step, every leap, every fall would bring her closer to the strength she needed, not just to survive, but to win.
The sharp, biting wind cut across the barren training ground as Alessia stumbled, her knees scraping against the gravelly earth. Her palms pressed into the cold, unforgiving dirt, trembling under the strain of her exertion. She refused to cry out, though every muscle in her body begged for respite. Rising quickly, she caught Nico's gaze. He stood a few feet away, his arms crossed, his expression inscrutable.
"Get up," Nico said flatly, his voice carrying the weight of expectation. He didn't offer a hand or even a hint of encouragement.
Alessia pushed herself to her feet, her breath coming in sharp bursts. "I'm not done," she spat, defiance flaring in her eyes.
Nico arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Fear is dragging you down," he said, his tone calm but razor-sharp. "You hesitate. You think too much. That hesitation will get you killed."