Chapter 82

Alex was aboard the helicopter when he spotted Jasmine dangling precariously from the edge of a thirty-story skyscraper.

"Get us there now!" he shouted to the pilot, his voice sharp over the thrum of the rotor blades.

As the helicopter surged toward the building, Alex moved to the open doorway, preparing to reach her.

But then his heart lurched-Jasmine released her grip and leaped into the void.

His eyes widened, but only for a split second.

Instinct took over.

With a powerful push, he launched himself out of the helicopter, diving headfirst through the night sky after her.

The sudden shift rocked the aircraft, causing it to sway as Alex plummeted downward.

The cold wind whipped against his face, stinging his skin as city lights blurred around him.

Jasmine fell through the air, the world a swirl of stars and skyscrapers.

Regret and confusion stormed within her.

Had she made the right choice?

Should she have fought back against Chris?

Let him do his worst and face the consequences

later?

Fear and desperation tangled in her mind, but one thought burned brighter than the rest-she refused to let Chris break her spirit.

Amidst the chaos, she glimpsed Alex diving toward her, cutting through the darkness like a beacon.

Her lips parted in a whisper, disbelief mingling with a glimmer of hope.

"You are my heart, my soul, my today and all of my tomorrows?"

Before she could fully grasp it, Alex reached her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

His other hand shot out, latching onto a massive advertisement panel affixed to the building's side.

flying as cables snapped, sending a jolt through his

seared, but he held on, the makeshift anchor slowing their

hold, cradling her

raced for a

were still hurtling toward the ground too

rolled into view beneath

Alex angled

limo's roof with a

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beneath them, windows exploded into shards that scattered across

shuddered violently,

a heartbeat,

to Alex, her face buried against him,

legs, the force of the landing

he held firm, arms steady

got you," he whispered, his

had

because of their

on the rooftop, Chris stood

his plans,

him. Snatching an office

his accounts were frozen, his

escape, he'd need leverage-something

echoed

was breaching the entrance, their tools battering against

against the wall

room, he

a security uniform, he navigated the corridors with feigned purpose,

confronted him,

the building!" Chris exclaimed

guards exchanged alarmed glances

slipped away, exiting through a

beside the wrecked vehicle, gesturing

boss is

metal littered the street, the roof

vision blurred,

the flash of cameras-all faded into the background. In

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