That day, Alia made a decision-she would confront Victor face to face. She mentally prepared herself and drove out in her Lamborghini. Despite her lingering fear and hesitation toward Victor, she knew she had to make her position clear.
While driving, Alia suddenly noticed Victor's car approaching from the opposite direction. They both slowed down, locking eyes as their vehicles came to face each other in the middle of the road. They circled around in the center of the street, eyes fixed on one another, as if engaging in a silent battle of will and power.
Victor's eyes held aggression and a hidden message, but Alia couldn't look away. She knew this moment was more than a strategy or game-it was a battle where the future of their relationship would be determined.
They didn't exchange heated greetings through messages, but their eyes said everything. Though Alia's heart was trembling, she wanted Victor to see her determination and resistance.
As they circled each other, it was more than just cars on a road. It was a psychological race. Victor's every turn seemed like a display of control and dominance, while Alia held her ground with confidence and resilience.
In that circular standoff, a deep, symbolic contest unfolded-Victor's attempt at control versus Alia's stand for freedom. Their cars chased one another in a tight loop, but mentally, they were clashing from entirely different worlds.
Suddenly, Alia stopped her car and got out quickly. Victor did the same. There was an odd tension between them-close in distance, but full of hostility.
Alia pulled a pistol from her pocket and pointed it at Victor, her eyes burning with fury.
"Why did you lie?" she screamed. "Tell me the truth!"
Victor stared at her, unfazed, his cold smile intact. "What do you think, Alia?" he said coolly. "You can't play with me like this."
Alia gripped the pistol tighter, her voice shaking with anger and grief. "If you hadn't deceived me, I wouldn't have fallen into your trap!" Her voice carried frustration, pain, and disappointment-but beneath it, a rising confidence.
They began arguing intensely. Alia demanded answers, and Victor tried to maintain his dominance. This wasn't just a physical confrontation; it was emotional, psychological-a true battle of souls.
Alia knew that if she gave in to Victor's power now, she would lose control of her life. But Victor's calm, unbothered demeanor only made it more difficult.
Then Victor, still smiling faintly, dropped a bombshell.
"Did you ever hear that your father works with me?" he said.
Alia's eyes flared with rage. "That's not what this is about!" she snapped. "Answer my question!"
Victor paused, then looked directly at her. "Your father made a plan. We're getting married, Alia. It's a business deal."
Alia's face turned pale with shock. "A deal?" she hissed. "I've never heard of it, and I don't accept it!"
Victor replied firmly, "You have to accept it, Alia."
She felt a storm inside-Victor's words struck at her independence. But she couldn't back down. "I won't accept it," she declared. "This is my life. I choose what happens in it."
The tension rose even more. Victor stood still, expressionless, watching her resist. He knew she was fighting back, but he also knew he had to get her under the agreement.
Then he said in a serious tone, "There's more than just business behind this. Your father wants me to be the only one in control of your life."
Alia froze. Those words shattered her. The fear, betrayal, and disbelief washed over her. Trembling, she sank to the ground, her eyes filling with tears.
"What did you say? I don't believe it..." Her voice cracked, her tears flowing.
Victor remained silent, offering no comfort-only stillness. He knew she was vulnerable now, broken from within. But he had nothing more to say.
Alia tried to wipe her tears, but the grief ran deep. Everything she had believed in-her father, Victor-it was all collapsing. She knew a new battle was coming, and she had to rise for it, even if she had just fallen a step behind.
Suddenly, something changed inside her. A new strength awakened. Her eyes gleamed with determination that even unsettled Victor.
"I accept," she said quietly, but with strange power in her voice.
Then, without another word, she returned to her Lamborghini, drove straight to Victor-and slapped him hard across the face.
"You deserved that," she said firmly, without a hint of fear or doubt.
Victor didn't react. A faint smile reappeared on his face, but he stayed silent. He knew Alia was now standing against him, and the real challenge had begun.
Alia turned and walked away without looking back, her mind spinning with questions and emotional conflict. Back home, she sat quietly, her heart weighed down, but her path forward had already begun-though painful and uncertain.
Then came the day of their engagement.
The lights were dazzling, the decorations grand. Alia, dressed in a stunning red gown, looked like a princess-but her eyes carried both strength and silence. She knew this moment could shape her life, but she kept herself composed.
Victor stood across from her, a cold smile on his lips. He said nothing, but his eyes sparkled with satisfaction. That smile unnerved Alia even more. She looked at him with restrained rage, her eyes screaming the pain she refused to speak.
Victor said nothing. His cold dominance and quiet confidence made her blood boil. She tried to stay calm, to maintain control-but inside, she was unraveling.
During the engagement, they spoke no words. But in their eyes, a thousand conversations were exchanged.
Alia knew this was not just a contract-it was something far deeper. And now, more than ever, she needed to be alert. Behind the glamour and tradition of the engagement, an invisible war was being waged between them.
Despite her graceful appearance, Alia was deeply shaken. Victor's silence and icy demeanor only fueled her unrest. She knew she had to stay strong-but inside, a rebellion was burning.