Chapter 60 The Next Battlefield

• Mariana stood before the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of her fitted navy blazer. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t the woman Diego had rescued from Navarro’s clutches, it was someone stronger. Someone who wasn’t just fighting for survival but for victory.
• She turned as Diego entered the room, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, exhaustion lining his sharp features. “You’re going through with it?” His voice was low, edged with concern.
• “I have to,” Mariana replied, tightening her ponytail. “You fought this war your way. Now, I’m fighting it.”