The mansion had never felt more dangerous. Every hallway, every room seemed to hold a secret, a trap waiting for the wrong step. And the knowledge that the betrayal came from someone inside made every shadow feel alive.
The Don moved silently through the strategy room, eyes sharp, calculating. I followed closely, dagger in hand, muscles tense.
"Sir…" one of the guards spoke, voice low, "we've traced the security breach. It was… Lian."
My breath caught. Lian? The loyal guard who had been with us since the first battle? My stomach twisted with disbelief.
The Don's eyes narrowed, dark and stormy. "He's no longer loyal," he said, voice low and dangerous. "And now he's gone to join them."
A surge of fear and anger ran through me. Betrayal from someone we trusted—it cut deeper than any rival attack.
"We have to stop him," I said, determination rising in my chest.
The Don turned to me, possessive and intense. "You will stay with me. He's dangerous, but I will handle him. You… you've done well learning to defend yourself, but this is not your fight alone."
We moved through the mansion with precision, every guard at their post. The night air was thick with tension. Then, from the shadows of the gardens, a group of intruders appeared, led by none other than Lian.
"I thought you'd be smarter than this," the Don growled, stepping in front of me. "You've made a grave mistake."
Lian smirked, dagger in hand, eyes glinting with malice. "Mistake? You think I fear you? She's mine now."
My heart stopped. Me?
The Don's hand found mine, gripping tightly, possessive. "No one touches what's mine," he said, voice low and deadly. "Tonight, you'll learn exactly why."
The battle erupted—shouts, steel clashing, and shadows moving violently across the garden. I stayed close, heart hammering, adrenaline fueling me. I could feel the Don's strength, his lethal precision, but also his protection, and I realized something crucial: we were stronger together, and no traitor, no enemy, would take me from him.
By the end of the night, the traitor was defeated, but the price was clear—trust had been broken, and the war was far from over.
As the Don pulled me close, possessive and protective, I knew one truth: no matter the danger, no matter the betrayal, we would face it together. And anyone who dared challenge that bond would pay dearly.