Blackmail.
Coercion.
Ruined executives.
Destroyed careers.
Men who resisted Tund and lost everything.
Then came the final piece: security footage from a warehouse meeting. Tund. Armed men. The kind who made problems disappear.
Amara stared at the screen.
“He wasn’t trying to marry me,” she said at last. “He was trying to acquire me.”
Ethan nodded.
“And yesterday’s attack?”
He did not soften it.
“I don’t think he expected you to survive.”
The room went cold.
When Amara looked up again, fear had hardened into something sharper.
“What do we do?” she asked.
“We expose him,” Ethan said.
“That’s not enough.”
“No,” he agreed.
She stepped closer, voice lower now, steadier.
“Then we dismantle him.”
The next day, silence settled over the estate like a warning.
No messages.
No calls.
No disruptions.
Too quiet.
“Something’s off,” Amara said.
“They’re regrouping,” Ethan replied.
“Or they’re already in position.”
By evening, the estate had become a fortress.
Then the first explosion hit.
The ground shook.
Glass rattled.
Alarms screamed.
