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    That evening, Amanda emerged from the elevator, armsden with two bulging grocery bags.


    Her heart stopped—there stood Nasir, nted firmly before Rnd’s door.


    “Amanda!”


    The elevator’s descent trapped her in this unwanted confrontation.


    “Stay back!” she cried, herposure crumbling like autumn leaves.


    Nasir’s expression darkened like storm clouds. “Amanda, isn’t this charade getting old?”


    “This isn’t some game!” Her voice trembled with raw emotion. “Nasir, we’re done! It’s over, you insufferable jerk! Which part of this is too difficult for you to grasp?”


    Nasir refused to ept that his rtionship with Amanda had reached its breaking point.


    His decision to send her father to prison stemmed from something deeper—a gnawing insecurity rooted in his humble origins, exacerbated by the yawning chasm between their social standings.


    Deep down, he knew he could never measure up to Amanda’s family’s prestigious background. Thisck of control over her haunted him.


    Only now, with her spirit crushed and her defenses stripped away, did he finally feel like the hero he desperately wanted to be.


    “You’ve hit rock bottom, Amanda. I’m your only salvation now.”


    A bitterugh escaped her lips. “Keep dreaming! Do you really think I’lle crawling back to you? My father and I would rather die than beg for your mercy!”


    With calcted precision, Nasir loosened his tie—that silk noose of elite status—and advanced toward her, step by step.


    “You’re out of options, Amanda. I control the game now. You’re barely surviving in this ce—a ce I could buy with pocket change. Every job you might find, every temporary position you secure—I can make them all disappear with a single word. You can ignore me, shut me out, but remember: every time you turn your back on me, your father pays the price.”


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    “Nasir Diaz!” Amanda’s voice cracked with exhaustion and despair. Tears of rage and helplessness welled in her eyes as she dug crescents into her palms. “My father and I never wronged you. Have you lost every shred of humanity?”


    Nasir’s eyes, cold as winter frost, revealed only calction and ruthless ambition. “You’re a smart woman. You understand the consequences of defying me.”


    Grabbing her arm, he continued, “My love for you is real, Amanda. Perhaps it’s different from your romantic notions, but when I’ve conquered everything, I want you beside me to share in my triumph.”


    He seized the back of her head roughly. The shopping bags rustled as Amanda summoned her strength, shoving him away before hurling them at his face.


    As Nasir deflected the projectiles, she made a desperate dash for the elevator, frantically jabbing the button.


    “You can’t escape!” he roared.


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