╰┈➤ "Let me go, you bastard!" she snarled, her voice laced with venom as she glared at him, her eyes blazing with unfiltered hatred.
He pinned her hands above her head against the cold metal of the hospital bed's headboard, leaning in close until h...
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The Mathur Corporation had always been a thorn in every business's side at least once, but it was never a real concern for Yuvan Singhania-until today. "That pathetic excuse of a competitor is clawing his way up, dreaming to stand where I am.
Desperation won't help him, though, because he's up against someone far out of his league." His thoughts raced like wildfire, igniting an anger he kept carefully concealed as he passed through the rigorous security checks.
Yuvan Singhania's name alone commanded respect. The best businessman in the industry, his success was legendary. No one dared to question his position-partly out of admiration, but mostly out of fear.
The consequences of opposing him weren't just losses on the balance sheet; they were existential. And now, as he entered the buzzing club to handle pressing matters, his infamous poker face was as unreadable as ever.
Mathur Corporation had crossed a dangerous line, sabotaging one of Yuvan's meticulously planned projects for immense profit.
"He's not just a business rival," Yuvan thought darkly, the cold glint in his eyes sharpening. "His ties to the underworld make this even more entertaining." The words echoed in his mind, each one deepening the storm brewing behind his composed exterior.
The betrayal of one of his trusted team members, who had leaked confidential plans, added fuel to the fire. That fool had taken advantage of Yuvan's absence while he was in Italy, thinking he could escape the consequences.
But he had underestimated who he was dealing with. "He'll wish for death by the time I'm through with him," Yuvan mused, the rage he'd kept bottled up now demanding an outlet.
For Yuvan, secrecy wasn't just a strategy; it was his survival code. "I've built my empire on the foundation of silence and shadows. The world knows me as the CEO of Singhania Corporation, and that's how I prefer it. But push too far..."
He let the unfinished thought linger in his mind, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. The beast within him didn't surface often, but when it did, it left nothing but destruction in its wake.
Seated in his VIP section-a secluded yet open area of the club guarded by his private security-Yuvan exuded calm dominance. Reclining on a sleek black leather couch, he stretched his legs out casually, a stark contrast to the storm raging in his mind.
His jaw clenched tightly, the muscles ticking as his thoughts churned. Each scenario he envisioned only strengthened his resolve: the traitor would pay, Mathur Corporation would suffer, and his name would remain untouchable.
