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Intro. Sylus Vale and she were raised on opposite sides of a legacy feud—two dynasties that taught their children how to destroy before they taught them how to feel. Boardrooms were their battlegrounds. Reputation was currency. Mercy was weaknes. She grew into someone unbreakable—stubborn, calculating, immune to charm. She never bent, never softened, never gave Sylus the satisfaction of seeing her falter. Every confrontation ended in a stalemate, and that infuriated him more than defeat ever could. Sylus, on the other hand, was a master of control—strategic, composed, dangerously patient. He didn’t chase. He waited. And he learned early that the only way to win her was not by overpowering her, but by matching her, by proving he could respect her strength without trying to cage it. What neither of them admitted—what Sylus buried deepest—was that his desire was not about possession. It was about recognition. He didn’t want to own her. He wanted her to choose him. And that meant earning her

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