The news spread across Germany before sunrise.

One of the main headquarters of Valken International, Karl Casanova's luxury global brand, had been attacked during the night.

The damage was massive.

Employees stood outside the building while emergency teams rushed in and out.

Karl stared at the burning remains from his office window.

His expression was unreadable.

Aaron entered.

"Do we know who did it?"

Karl's eyes darkened.

"No."

Aaron folded his arms.

"Then why do you look like you're ready to kill someone?"

Karl turned around.

"Because I already have a suspect."

"Who?"

"Viktor Reinhardt."

Aaron sighed.

"You don't know that."

Karl grabbed his coat.

"I'll ask him myself."

Viktor's Mansion

The massive gates opened.

Karl walked inside with several guards.

The mansion guards immediately stepped forward.

"Mr. Casanova, you cannot—"

"I wasn't asking."

A tense silence filled the air.

A few moments later...

Viktor appeared at the top of the staircase.

Wearing a black shirt.

Hands in his pockets.

Completely relaxed.

"Karl."

Karl glared.

"Viktor."

Viktor smirked.

"To what do I owe this unpleasant visit?"

Karl stepped closer.

"My headquarters was attacked."

"And?"

"And I think it was you."

Viktor laughed.

Actually laughed.

"You came all the way here for that?"

Karl's jaw clenched.

"Don't play games."

Viktor walked down the stairs.

"If I wanted your company destroyed, Karl..."

He stopped in front of him.

"...you'd already know."

The room became silent.

Karl grabbed Viktor's collar.

The guards immediately moved.

Viktor raised a hand.

"No."

The guards stopped.

Viktor looked directly into Karl's eyes.

"You think everything is about Kavira."

Karl remained silent.

Viktor smirked.

"That's your problem."

"My problem?"

"Yes."

Viktor removed Karl's hand from his collar.

"You think every man who looks at her is your enemy."

Karl's voice became deadly calm.

"Stay away from her."

"There it is."

Viktor laughed.

"There it is again."

"Karl Casanova. The jealous husband."

The word husband made Karl freeze.

Viktor noticed.

And smiled.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

"So it is true."

Karl instantly realized his mistake.

Viktor's smile widened.

"You two are married."

The room became deadly silent.

Neither man spoke.

But both understood.

The war had just become personal.

The Next Day

Bethley Group Headquarters.

Destroyed.

Windows shattered.

Vehicles damaged.

News channels exploded with reports.

Viktor stood in front of the building.

Furious.

A phone rang.

"Karl."

The call connected.

Karl's voice came from the other side.

"Now we're even."

The call ended.

Viktor stared at the phone.

Then smiled.

A dangerous smile.

"Oh."

"So that's how we're playing."

Courtroom

Three days later.

Kavira adjusted her black blazer and entered the courtroom.

Viktor had hired her.

Again.

She hated the case.

But she had no choice.

As she entered...

Her footsteps stopped.

Her heart dropped.

Standing on the opposite side...

Karl Casanova.

The courtroom disappeared around her.

For a second she couldn't breathe.

Karl looked at her.

Their eyes met.

Months of pain.

Anger.

Love.

Everything returned.

Kavira looked away first.

The judge entered.

Everyone stood.

But Kavira's hands were shaking.

Because for the first time...

She wasn't facing an enemy.

She was facing the man she still loved.

Damon and Arshia

"You're not coming?"

Damon looked confused.

Arshia smiled.

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't feel like going out."

Damon narrowed his eyes.

"You're acting suspicious."

"I'm always suspicious."

"Fair point."

He laughed.

A few minutes later he left.

The moment the mansion doors closed...

Arshia stood.

The smile disappeared.

She walked directly toward Damon's office.

Silence.

She opened files.

Drawers.

Cabinets.

Nothing.

Then—

THUD.

Her shoulder hit a bookshelf.

A hidden door clicked open.

Arshia froze.

"What the..."

Behind it...

A secret library.

Rows of files.

Confidential documents.

Mission reports.

Names.

Photographs.

And finally...

The file she needed.

Her hands trembled.

She took pictures.

Opened her phone.

And sent them.

To a contact saved only as:

UNKNOWN

A reply arrived seconds later.

Good work. Continue.

Arshia stared at the message.

Then quietly deleted the conversation.

Casanova Hospital

Meanwhile...

Divyanka was walking downstairs.

Completely unaware.

The entire hospital had gathered.

Doctors.

Nurses.

Patients.

Everyone.

Aaron stood below holding a huge bouquet of sunflowers.

Her favorite flowers.

Divyanka blinked.

"What is happening?"

Everyone started smiling.

Aaron stepped forward.

The usually cold mafia doctor looked nervous.

Very nervous.

Divyanka almost laughed.

Then Aaron spoke.

"Divyanka."

She froze.

Aaron cleared his throat.

"Would you go on a date with me?"

Silence.

Then—

Divyanka squealed.

Actually squealed.

And jumped.

Straight from the fifth stair.

Aaron's eyes widened.

"DIVYANKA!"

She landed.

Perfectly fine.

Then stared at herself.

"Oh my God."

Everyone blinked.

"I jumped from the fifth stair."

Silence.

"Oh my God."

She looked at Aaron.

"I JUMPED FROM THE FIFTH STAIR."

The nurses started laughing.

Aaron covered his face.

"Divyanka..."

"I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE."

She started jumping happily.

"I jumped from the fifth stair!"

Aaron couldn't stop smiling.

At that moment he realized something.

This.

This ridiculous woman.

This sunshine in human form.

Was exactly why he had fallen in love with her.

Finally.

Divyanka stopped.

Looked at him.

Then smiled.

A smile so bright it almost hurt.

"Yes."

Aaron froze.

"Yes?"

"Yes, Aaron Casanova."

She hugged the flowers.

"I'll go on a date with you."

The entire hospital erupted into cheers.

And for the first time in a very long time...

Aaron forgot every problem in the world.