The city held its breath, every shadow a potential threat. Jade and Kelz moved through the dimly lit streets like ghosts—silent, relentless. Their plan was simple but dangerous: confront the De-Light patriarch at the family estate, expose his crimes, and bring the empire crashing down.
Mira led the way, her leather boots barely making a sound on the cracked pavement. "Security's tighter than we thought," she warned, checking the rear.
Kelz nodded, clutching Jade's hand briefly. "We're not just fighting their men tonight. We're fighting a legacy of lies."
The gates of the estate loomed ahead, guarded by armed men with cold eyes. Jade's heart pounded—not from fear, but from the weight of what was at stake.
"Ready?" Kelz whispered.
She nodded, steeling herself.
With a roar, the attack began.
Bullets tore through the night as they pressed forward, each step a battle. Jade's mind flashed back to prom night—the pain, the silence, the promise she'd made to herself.
Now, that promise was a weapon.
In the chaos, Kelz was shot, a sharp cry escaping his lips. Jade's world shattered for a moment, but then fury took over.
She fought with everything, every punch, every move fueled by years of pain and love entwined.
Finally, they cornered the patriarch in his study, his eyes wide with shock and rage.
"You think you can destroy us?" he spat.
Jade stepped forward, voice cold. "We already have."
As dawn broke over the city, the empire of lies began to crumble—and from the ashes, a new future was born.
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