he entrepreneur – "has been playing my game without realizing the rules." Rachel's mind raced. What game? What rules? Suddenly, Asher spoke up, his voice laced with despera

arcus spoke, Rachel noticed Asher's gaze on her, filled with a mix of warning and longing. Suddenly, the air seemed thick with tension. "Enough," Rachel said, taking a step back. "I won't play your game." Marcus chuckled. "You already are, Rachel. And soon, you'll realize the true cost of truth." With that, the lights flickered and died. Rachel was plunged into darkness. "Asher?" she whispered. "I'm here," his voice replied, low and husky. "Take my hand." Rachel hesitated, but her fingers found his in the darkness. A spark of electricity ran through her. "Trust m