Carlos
The air was thick with tension as I stood in front of the mansion, my mind racing. Tonight, everything would change. The final battle wasn't just about power anymore. It was about survival, about protecting the woman I loved, about reclaiming what was mine.
Heer stood beside me, her hand firmly gripping mine. I could feel her heartbeat against my palm, her pulse quick and anxious. She didn't have to say it for me to know—she was scared. We both were.
My father. He had been the architect of all this chaos, the one pulling the strings, causing the war, and now he was at the center of it. I had spent my life under his shadow, learning to be ruthless, calculating, and cold. But tonight, I was going to show him what it meant to face someone who was willing to fight for more than just power.
I glanced at Heer. Her expression was calm, but I knew the storm inside her. She was terrified of what would happen when we faced him—of what he would say, of the lies he had woven. But she was standing beside me, ready to face whatever came next.
"I won't let him hurt you," I said, my voice low but firm.
She looked at me, her eyes full of determination. "I trust you, Carlos. We've come this far together. We'll finish this together."
Her words grounded me, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I wasn't fighting alone. No matter what happened, I had her. And that was more than enough.
Heer
The final confrontation loomed ahead, and I could feel the weight of it pressing on my chest. My father, the man who had once been my hero, was the enemy. How could this be happening? How could I have been so blind?
But this wasn't just about me. This was about Carlos—the man I loved more than anything. The man who had become my world. And if it meant taking on my own blood, my own flesh, to protect him, then I would do it. There was no going back now.
We walked into the mansion, the air thick with the smell of old leather and polished wood. The hallways were dark, lit only by the flickering light of chandeliers hanging overhead. Every step felt heavy, like the ground was threatening to swallow us whole.
Carlos led the way, his face set in stone. His usual confidence was replaced with something sharper, more dangerous. The closer we got, the more I could feel his anger radiating off of him. I knew this was personal for him. But it was personal for me too.
We reached the large, mahogany doors at the end of the hallway, and Carlos didn't hesitate. He kicked them open, the sound of wood splintering echoing in the silence.
My father stood in the center of the room, his back to us, his arms crossed as if he had been expecting us all along. The years had not been kind to him—his once commanding presence was now tainted with arrogance and bitterness. He turned slowly, his cold eyes locking onto mine.
"You've made your choice, Heer," he said, his voice low and mocking. "And now you'll pay the price."
I didn't flinch. I stood tall beside Carlos, my heart pounding but my resolve stronger than ever. "You've already made your choice, Father. And now, we're here to end it."
Carlos stepped forward, his eyes never leaving my father's face. "This ends tonight. You've manipulated too many lives. It's time for you to answer for your actions."
Carlos
My father's smirk was a slap to my face. The arrogance, the entitlement—he had always believed he was above everyone, including me. But tonight, he would learn that he was not invincible. He was just a man, a man who had made too many enemies and had underestimated the one person who had always been in his shadow.
"You think you can take everything from me, Carlos?" my father sneered. "You think you can tear down what I've built? You're nothing but a child, playing at power. You'll never be what I am."
His words hit like a physical blow, but they didn't have the same weight they once would have. I had learned long ago that power wasn't about what you controlled—it was about who you could trust, who stood by your side. And Heer was by my side.
"I'm not trying to take anything from you," I said, my voice steady. "I'm here to take back what's mine. And what's mine is my future. Heer. This empire doesn't belong to you anymore. It never truly did."
My father's face twisted in rage. "You don't get it, do you? This world… it's built on lies, on betrayal, on blood. And you think you can change that? You're just like me. You'll never escape it."
But I wasn't like him. Not anymore.
Heer
The tension between the men was suffocating. My father's words were like poison, trying to sink deep into our hearts. But Carlos's strength, his belief in us, gave me the courage to stand tall.
"You're wrong," I said, stepping forward. "Carlos is nothing like you. He has a heart, something you lost long ago. And he's not afraid to fight for what's right."
My father's eyes flicked to me, and for a moment, I saw something there. Guilt? Regret? I didn't know. But whatever it was, it disappeared as quickly as it had come.
"You've always been weak, Heer," he spat. "And now, you'll regret it."
I felt Carlos's hand tighten around mine, the strength of his grip a promise. We weren't backing down. We had already fought for this moment. And we were going to win.
Carlos
"I've already won, Father," I said, my voice cold and final. "The moment I chose to be with her, I won. The moment I chose love over power, I won. And I'll never let you take that from me."
My father took a step forward, his eyes wild with rage. "You think love can save you? Love doesn't rule this world. Power does."
I shook my head. "You're wrong. Love is the most powerful thing there is. It's what keeps us going, what keeps us fighting when everything else falls apart. And I'll fight for her until my last breath."
The room was silent. And then, in one swift motion, I took the steps forward and finally stood face-to-face with my father. The world around us seemed to vanish. There was no mafia, no empire—just the two of us. And I knew, deep in my bones, that this was the moment where everything changed.
Heer
For the first time, I saw the true power in Carlos—not in the empire he had built, not in the ruthless decisions he had made, but in his love. The way he fought for us, for our future, was everything.
And I knew, without a doubt, that we would survive this. Together.