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Ch: 221 [Silver Sable and The Foreigner]

[Flashback: One Week Ago]

Silver Sable paced through her penthouse office, a stark contrast of modern metal and stone in the heart of Symkaria. The air was thick with tension, one of the few moments where even her steely resolve seemed tested. Her memory returned to a name she hadn't spoken in years, a person she thought dead—a ghost she had buried along with her mistakes.

The Foreigner. Her former husband. The man she'd loved, betrayed, and ultimately come to fear.

Once, they had been inseparable, partners in ambition and in a brutal, unapologetic love. He was charming, devious, and had a killer's instinct that rivaled her own. In their early days, they were a perfect match—both leaders of their respective empires, both deadly in their own right. But that shared darkness proved to be their undoing, turning their love into a twisted game of betrayal and survival.

She thought he was gone, buried along with the bitterness that defined the last chapter of their relationship. Yet, whispers had started reaching her—a few stolen glimpses, a scattering of reports, and his name resurfacing in places it shouldn't. And then she received the letter—a bold, handwritten note that could have come from only one man.

"Surprised to see my name again? I have to say, you made a remarkable mistake in underestimating me, Silver. Let's see if you're still as clever as you used to be. Consider this a challenge—you know how I adore our games."

A familiar mix of fury and thrill rushed through her veins. She had spent years burying the memories of their volatile, intoxicating relationship, the nights filled with equal parts passion and conflict, the elaborate schemes that tested their loyalty and ruthlessness. And now, this message—an invitation, a threat, and a reminder of their deadly dance.

For the first time in years, Silver knew she was being hunted. But she'd be damned if she'd let herself be prey.

Silver remembered the day she met him—she was young, fearless, and just starting to rise in the underground world. The Foreigner was unlike anyone she had ever met. Charismatic, impossibly smart, and disarmingly honest about his lethal ambition, he swept her into a whirlwind of power and manipulation. Together, they were unstoppable.

But as their empire grew, so did his hunger—for power, for control, and eventually for her downfall.

In hindsight, she could see the signs, subtle at first. His eyes would linger a second too long when her guard was down. He would ask questions that seemed too probing, too interested in her syndicate's security protocols, her alliances, and her finances. Love had blinded her to his cunning; it wasn't until she discovered his affair—a calculated liaison with one of her trusted allies—that she fully grasped his betrayal. The Foreigner wasn't just trying to claim her heart. He was trying to seize her empire.

Silver felt the sting of his deception, yet she never let him see her pain. Instead, she sought revenge. Quietly, methodically, she tore through his networks, dismantling parts of his operation one piece at a time. She used her own team to stage "accidents," letting him believe his enemies were responsible. For months, he never knew it was her behind the attacks.

Then came his ultimate betrayal: an attempt on her life. Through a third party, he'd hired an assassin to eliminate her, believing she'd never trace it back to him. But Silver was no fool. When the attack failed, she followed the breadcrumbs straight to him.

Their confrontation was legendary. In a private room, with only the cold light of a single swinging lamp casting shadows between them, they both laid out their cards. She confronted him with the evidence of his attempt on her life; he met her accusations with a chilling smile, admitting it all.

"You're too valuable to destroy," he had said in his cold, calculating voice. "But only if you're dead, Silver. If you're alive, you're a threat. And I'm not one to leave threats unchecked. But for our old times' sake, let's go our separate ways and try to kill each other once both of us reach the top. I'll be waiting for you there."

That was the end. They divorced, but their war never ended. For years, they lived in a twisted game of cat-and-mouse, taking turns at the role of predator and prey. Assassination attempts became almost routine, a macabre way of maintaining the connection they once shared. Each failed attempt was almost a message, a reminder that while they no longer shared their lives, they could still end each other's.

Then one day, news came of his death. A calculated hit, she was told, by one of his enemies. She did her own research and saw his body with her own eyes and thoroughly checked, just to be sure. And that was the end of the Foreigner.

Or so she thought.

[Present Day]

With the message from the Foreigner, Silver knew he had returned with a purpose. He had survived, defied death, and had come back for her. Yet, as much as she hated to admit it, there was something exhilarating about facing him again. He was the only person who had ever matched her, an adversary who understood her every tactic and every thought. He had studied her, predicted her moves before, and she knew he would do so again.

But this time, she was prepared.

For the past week, she had heightened security around her syndicate, posted guards around her known allies, and went underground, knowing full well that he'd expect her to do just that. Each time she moved, she left clues—small breadcrumbs designed to lead him into traps. But he was careful, slippery, and far more strategic than before. He was evolving, changing his methods with each failed encounter.

It became a dance, a dark waltz of evasion and attack. Every attempt he made to draw her out was met with deadly countermeasures. She left false trails, riddled with explosives and ambushes, but he never took the bait, always finding ways to slip out just before she could land the fatal blow.

She had to admit: he was playing this game perfectly. And with each evasion, each close call, the tension mounted.

Finally, the showdown came. A week of near-misses and elaborate schemes led to this moment. She had orchestrated a final trap, one she was sure he wouldn't resist.

The location: a deserted warehouse on the edge of Symkaria. It was a familiar place, one she knew would hold significance for him. It was the site of one of their earliest joint missions, the place where they first saw each other's ruthless, unrestrained side—a mission that had bound them together in blood and betrayal.

Standing alone in the dark, she awaited his arrival, fingers steady on her weapon, her senses heightened. The silence stretched, each second feeling like an eternity, and then, she heard it—a single footstep echoing in the vast emptiness. She turned, heart racing as his figure emerged from the shadows.

There he was, unchanged yet altered, a ghost returned with a colder, sharper edge.

"Did you miss me, Silver?" His voice was smooth, deceptively warm, as if this was just another meeting between old friends.

"I should have killed you with my own hands. That fake body... You improvised. Well, time to die," she replied with an arrogant smirk.

He laughed, a low, mocking sound that filled the warehouse. "Oh, we both know you wouldn't have had it any other way. Where's the fun in a clean break? You loved the game as much as I did."

She raised her weapon, pointing it squarely at his heart. "Enough games, fucker. Why did you come back?"

"I think you know why." He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with that all-too-familiar glint. "You may have wanted to kill me, Silver, but part of you misses me. You miss having someone who understands, who can keep up with you. But after your last slip up at New York, I'm starting to think, you are getting rusty, so, here I am..."

Silver's jaw clenched. There was a part of her that hated how right he was, a sliver of truth buried in the dark thrill of their rivalry. He was the only person who had ever challenged her, forced her to be her most ruthless, her most cunning.

But this was no longer about the past, no longer about rekindling some twisted sense of love. She raised her weapon, her finger steady on the trigger.

"I don't need you anymore, Foreigner. Whatever you came back for, it ends here."

His smile vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating look. "If that's what you believe, then let's see if you have what it takes to finish it."

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