❝𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝❞ ⛓════ 𝐘𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐨𝐥𝐢, 32, political candidate for the next Prime Ministerial election. Charming, calculated, publicly warm, privately ruthless. Every smile, every handshake, every gesture is a strategy, a mask for the ruin in his eyes. He has watched everything he loved crumble and risen sharper, deadlier, unyielding. Living to claim power, respect and the throne his family demands. 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐨, 28, political candidate for the next Prime Ministerial election. Fierce, manipulative, brilliantly illusory. Commands loyalty, fear and devotion, yet beneath the public mask lurks a broken girl, forged by cruelty into a predator. Cold, decisive and misandrist, she wields influence like a weapon. Power, control and vengeance are her only truths. ════⛓ Now, standing face to face two people who once shared a beautiful past they pressed their hands to each other's throats, not for what remained between them but for the one thing each knew could destroy the other. Nothing would stop them from bringing the other down. "𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐊𝐨𝐥𝐢." "𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐑𝐚𝐨." In the game of power and ruin, every move was bloodied, every smile a threat.