Vows and Vengeance

a spun in slow motion."Yuna," Alexander said, his voice calm but firm, "we're leaving. Now."They moved quickly, his hand tight on hers, cutting through the crowd like a scalpel. No one dared s

of his empire.It was past midnight when the call came.Alexander's voice, low and rough. "We found him."Yuna sat up in bed, clutching the phone. "Is he okay?""Alive. Barely. But we got there in time."Relief punched the air from her lungs. Tears flooded her eyes."Thank you," she whispered. He was silent for a moment. "He asked for you." "I'll see him as soon as I can.""Security's tight. But I'll make sure you get to him."Then, softer: "You were right. I should've let you come.""I know why you didn't," she said quietly.Another silence stretched between them-thick with unsaid things."Try to sleep," he said. "I'll be back by morning."Yuna didn't sleep. Instead, she wandered the penthouse. It felt more like a fortress now-glass, steel, secrets. Her mind replayed the video again and again. Her father, beaten. His blood. His eyes pleading.And David.She knew in her bones he was behind it. Him or the people protecting him. Which meant this wasn't over. Not even close. The fake relationship, the contract, the press stunts-they were nothing now.This was war.By sunrise, Alexander was back. His suit was wrinkled, shirt bloodstained at the cuff. Yuna rushed to him. "You're hurt!""Not mine," he muttered. "Your dad's stable. He'll pull through."She collapsed into him before she could stop herself. He caught her, holding her tighter than he ever had. "Thank you," she whispered into his chest.He didn't answer. Just held her.When they pulled apart, something unspoken lingered between them-heat and heartache, sharp and dangerous."You should rest," he murmured."I can't. Not until we end this."He nodded once. "Then we start by ending David."The next few days were a blur of planning and precision.Alexander moved like a man possessed, and Yuna kept up step for step. They combed through financial records, blackmail trails, digital footprints. Slowly, a pattern emerged-a shadow network of investments, scandals, and dirty money tied to David's family legacy."They've been laundering through fake tech startups," Alexander explained, pinning charts to a board. "Including