Campus Mafia (female centric)

ot letting the fear or uncertainty seep through. Every nerve in her body screamed to back away, but she couldn't. Her fathe

said, his voice carrying a hint of a warning,

t I'm asking for. You're not just a businessman, Tariq. You've been involved in things you've

ther's death wasn't just a tragedy, Yara. It was a lesson. A l

e was heavy, as if he knew the danger

dator, observing his prey, weighing the cost of indulging this conversat

point. But he grew weak, Yara. He became a liability." He leaned in slightly, his voice droppi

oice steady, every word laced with defiance. "I'm here t

crossing his features. It wasn't fear, but recognition-like he final

w smile, "if you want to play this game, you'll n

pped a beat. "Wh

at you're truly up against. Power doesn't come witho

d hallway. The air seemed to grow colder as Tariq gestured for them to follow.

nreadable. "This is it. This is

roat. This was the moment-the moment every

with strange symbols and artifacts, each one whispering of secrets long buried. They reached a door at the end of the hall,

aid, "you'll f

the center, a large, wooden table was surrounded by chairs-old, worn, and covered in dust. But it wasn't the tabl

nd alliances that spanned continents. Yara's eyes widened as she took in the names and locations marked

our father left behind. A network of influence, of power, of con

reached for the map. "What

're the heir to this network, whether you like it or not. And it's time you

igger than just your family, Yara. You're walking into a war-one

own-her father, his legacy, her life-had been a lie. Tariq wasn't just a businessman. He was a k

had come this far, and sh

stronger than ever. "I'll take control of my own d

. "You think you can take me down, Yara? You're a child

he question now is simple: Who will

est. But she knew one thing-whatever path she chose, there would be no going back.