The penthouse venue buzzed with elegant conversation as Isabella Torrino-Ricci's annual celebration for the top ten heavyweight fighters reached its peak.Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over the gathering of elite fighters, wealthy sponsors, and circuit management, creating an atmosphere that was part business meeting, part social event.Isabella herself moved gracefully through the crowd, her stunning figure draped in an elegant black dress that commanded attention from every man in the room.As the undisputed queen of the underground fighting world, she used these gatherings to assess her top fighters while maintaining crucial relationships with the wealthy patrons who funded her operation.The party had been in full swing for over an hour when the main doors opened and Yemin walked in, his arrival immediately drawing the attention of everyone present."Well, well, well," muttered Dante Romano, watching from across the room."Look who finally decided to grace us with his presen

The elegant atmosphere of Le Bernardin, one of the city's most exclusive restaurants, was suddenly shattered by the sound of a chair scraping violently against marble flooring.Katherine Shaw shot up from her table like a woman possessed, her eyes locked onto a couple seated across the dining room."Katherine, what the hell are you doing?" James Franx demanded, looking up from his lobster thermidor with obvious confusion."I knew it," Katherine hissed, her voice trembling with vindictive excitement. "I fucking knew it.""Knew what?" James asked, following her gaze to where Faye Langford sat with a distinguished older gentleman in an expensive suit."She's cheating on Yemin," Katherine said with savage satisfaction. "That lying bitch is cheating on him with some rich old man.""Katherine, sit down," James said urgently, noticing that other diners were beginning to stare. "You're making a scene.""I don't care who's watching," Katherine snapped, pulling out her phone and activating the

As Yemin made his way toward the exit, he found his path blocked by a growing crowd of concerned sponsors and fellow fighters.Their faces showed a mixture of shock, disbelief, and morbid curiosity as they surrounded him near the penthouse doors."Hold on there, Morgan," called out Vincent Castellano, a wealthy real estate mogul who sponsored several top fighters. "Do you have any idea what you just did in there?""I had a conversation," Yemin replied calmly. "Nothing more.""A conversation?" laughed Roberto Vitale, another major sponsor with ties to legitimate businesses. "You just claimed Isabella Torrino-Ricci in front of her boyfriend and half the city's elite!""I stated a fact," Yemin corrected simply."A fact?" Bruno Castellano stepped forward, his massive frame trembling with disbelief. "Dude, you either have balls the size of watermelons, or you're completely fucking insane.""Maybe both," added Sal Torrino with nervous laughter. "Either way, you're a dead man walking.""Am I

Isabella's private study was a masterpiece of elegant power - floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, expensive artwork, and a massive mahogany desk that commanded attention from anyone who entered.She closed the door behind them and turned to face Yemin with calculating eyes."Well," she said, settling into the chair behind her desk, "you have exactly five minutes to explain why I shouldn't have you thrown out of here and banned from my circuit permanently.""Five minutes should be more than enough," Yemin replied calmly."It better be," Isabella said coldly. "Because if you waste my time with some pathetic declaration of love or crude sexual proposition, I'll make you regret ever laying eyes on me.""I'm not here to declare love," Yemin said simply."Then what are you here for?" Isabella asked with growing curiosity."I joined your underground fighting circuit for one reason only," Yemin said, looking directly into her eyes. "To get to you."Isabella laughed, a sound that was both beautiful

For several floors, they rode in tense silence, Sofia clearly working up the courage to say what was on her mind."So," she said finally, "what did you and my sister discuss?""That's between your sister and me," Yemin replied calmly."I don't think so," Sofia said, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. "I think it concerns me very much.""How do you figure that?" Yemin asked with mild curiosity."Because you belong to me," Sofia said firmly. "I saw you first. I pursued you first. I claimed you first.""Did you?" Yemin asked with amusement."Yes, I did," Sofia confirmed with growing anger. "And I don't appreciate you going behind my back to meet with Isabella.""I wasn't aware I needed your permission," Yemin said."You don't need permission," Sofia said coldly. "You need to understand the consequences of your actions.""Which are?" Yemin asked."If you try to leave me for my sister," Sofia said with venomous certainty, "I will end you. Permanently.""Is that a threat?" Yemin asked ca