The Return of Victoria
Victoria stood outside her home, the city lights reflecting in her eyes.
Freedom didn't feel the way she expected.
It felt… empty.
Until—
A car pulled up.
The door opened.
And Luca stepped out.
Her breath caught.
"You…"
He smirked.
"Miss me?"
Fear.
Shock.
And something darker—
Recognition.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, stepping back.
Luca stepped closer.
"Finishing what we started."
⚠️ Threat Looms
Back at the penthouse, security had doubled.
Cameras.
Guards.
Systems.
Everything.
Alexander wasn't taking chances.
"You're not leaving the house without me," he told Isabella firmly.
"Alexander—"
"No," he cut her off. "Not this time."
She sighed.
But she understood.
This wasn't control.
This was fear.The First Strike
It didn't come as violence.
It came as a message.
A package.
Delivered to the penthouse.
Inside—
A small toy.
Their daughter's favorite.
And a note.
"You protect what you love. Let's see how long that lasts."
Isabella's hands trembled.
Alexander's expression turned deadly.
"Get everyone out," he ordered.
His voice was ice.
"This ends now."
🔥 Alexander Goes Dark
The man who built empires…
Now prepared for war.
Meetings.
Calls.
Allies.
Information.
He moved fast.
Ruthless.
Focused.
"Find him," he told his men.
"I don't care how."Isabella's Fear
That night, Isabella couldn't sleep.
She held their daughter close.
"Nothing will happen to you," she whispered.
But her voice shook.
Alexander walked in quietly.
He saw it.
The fear.
The exhaustion.
He sat beside her.
"I'm sorry," he said.
She looked at him.
"You always say that when things get dangerous."
He exhaled.
"Because I should have ended this a long time ago."
She reached for his hand.
"Just come back to us," she said softly.
"That's all I care about."
😈 Luca's Plan
Somewhere in the city…
Luca watched.
Through screens.
Through shadows.
"They look happy," Victoria said quietly.
Luca smirked.
"Not for long."
"What do you want from them?" she asked.
His expression darkened.
"Everything."