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CHAPTER 94
-Snow’s POV-
I was pacing my office when my phone vibrated, lighting up with a message from Dare Devil. Finally.
“I’ve gathered intel on Zara’s family crisis. How do you proceed, Boss? Kill or…”
A smirk formed on my lips. Dare Devil’s bluntness wasn’t lost on me; honestly, I’d have had zero hesitation in taking such advice in the past.
“Good,” I typed back. “And here’s my take–end all of them and burn the documents. That’s the cleanest
option.”
But Zara’s world wasn’t built that way; these were still her family members, her connections–even if they were too entangled with Ivan’s treacherous web.
I sighed, my shoulders slumping as I took a mental step back to reevaluate.
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I dialled Dare Devil’s number, taking a seat as he picked up immediately. “Snow,” he greeted, his voice as smooth as ever, cutting through the line like a sharp
blade.
“You have the names?” I asked, skipping the
pleasantries. “I need every one of them. Every deal, every lie, every account they’ve laundered their stolen money through.”
“It’s all in the encrypted folder I sent. The financial trail is simple once you see it, and it doesn’t paint a pretty picture.” Dare Devil’s tone remained neutral, detached. “They’re tied up with offshore accounts, shell
corporations, and hidden deals. And Ivan’s pull is undeniable.”
“Of course,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose as I absorbed the enormity of it.
Ivan’s reach had always been expansive, but I never guessed he’d target Zara’s family with such precision. The motive was obvious–control her, control her family’s business, and ensure he had his claws firmly in place. “Any evidence connecting him directly?”
“A few subtle leads,” Dare Devil replied. “They’ll hold in
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court, but it’s tenuous. He’s covered his tracks well.”
Frustration churned in my gut. “And the family?”
“Deep in it, like you thought. But listen…” Dare Devil hesitated, an odd pause for someone usually so calculating. “If Zara’s determined to go up against him, it’ll take time. Even with Blake in her corner. He’s
cautious–he won’t rush this,
Blake.
So, he was more involved than I’d assumed. It wasn’t lost on me that Zara had gone to him for help.
And as much as I respected her independence, she couldn’t just navigate a battlefield like this without backup.2
“Fine,” I said finally. “Send me the list. I’ll figure out who’s in Ivan’s pocket and who’s salvageable.”
“Understood,” Dare Devil replied. “The files are incoming.”
As the line clicked off, I leaned back in my chair, the screen on my laptop flashing as files populated my inbox.
Names, amounts, transfers, and the thin thread Ivan
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had woven into the lives of Zara’s family appeared in neat lines across the screen. Each line felt like a
challenge, a move I’d have to counter before he tightened his grip any further.
My fingers hovered over my phone, tempted to call her to tell her that I had a plan that didn’t rely on Blake or some lengthy court battle.
But no, I knew she wouldn’t take it that way. Zara wanted control, and she wanted to confront this
herself. For better or worse, she was determined to be the one to face him.
The plan was formulated slowly in my mind, my hand moving instinctively to the phone.
“Get the car ready,” I told Scott. “We’re heading to the city. And Scott, clear my schedule for the day.”
This was one battle I didn’t intend to sit out, whether Zara knew it or not.
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~Zara’s POV-
As I approached Ivan’s residence, dread settled like a stone in my chest. Snow was still in the dark about
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this, but I’d been out of options.
I had to face Ivan. The closer I got to his house, the heavier my steps became, as if every part of me knew this was a mistake.
Just as I reached the front steps, the screech of tyres tore through the stillness, and a sleek black car cut off my path, blocking the driveway. My heart jumped as Snow stepped out, his gaze burning with an intensity that made my pulse race.
He strode toward me, his eyes unreadable as he closed the distance. Before I could speak, his hand cupped the back of my neck, and his lips met mine, demanding, possessive.
The sudden warmth of his touch, the fierce way he claimed me–it was overwhelming. My heart hammered, caught between confusion and the undeniable connection crackling between us.
Finally, he pulled back, his face mere inches from mine, his eyes dark and intense. “You’re mine, Zara. Do you understand?”
I blinked, thrown by the raw possessiveness in his gaze. “Snow… what are you doing here?”
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He chuckled dryly, the sound feeling cold, detached and dangerous. “That’s what I should be asking you, don’t you think? Why didn’t you come to me first? Or are you finding other men better at… satisfying you?”
The accusation stung, and without thinking, I raised my hand to slap him. His reflexes were too fast, though -he caught my wrist mid–air, pulling me in close until I was flush against him, his grip firm but gentle.
His other hand found my chin, tilting my face to meet his gaze. “You belong to me, Zara. No one else.”
My heart thudde
