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18: SOVEREIGN GROUND

Penulis: Nessa ojo
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-03 21:17:38

The convoy doesn’t head back to the estate.

That’s the first thing Amara notices.

They don’t return to familiar gates or guarded walls. Instead, the city thins out around them. Streetlights grow sparse. The highway opens wide and empty ahead.

The car is silent.

Dante sits beside her in the backseat, one arm resting along the door, gaze fixed forward like she doesn’t exist.

Marco is in the passenger seat.

Two black SUVs trail behind them.

No one speaks.

Not about the necklace.

Not about
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    The stranger’s fingers were still wrapped around Amara’s hand.For a moment the world seemed to narrow to the space between them.His lips had barely brushed her knuckles, yet the sting of it lingered like a brand.Slowly, he lifted his head.Their eyes met.Dark. Calculating. Amused.Amara felt the weight of Dante’s stare like a blade pressing between her shoulder blades.Behind her, chairs scraped against the marble floor.She didn’t have to turn around to know what had happened.Dante’s men had stood up.All of them.The stranger noticed too.A slow smirk curved his lips, the expression of a man who feared absolutely nothing.His thumb brushed lightly across the back of her hand before he released it.“Until we meet again, Amara.”Her breath caught.How did he know her name?He turned and walked away without another word.Several men dressed in black rose from a nearby table and silently fell in behind him.The message was clear.He had his own army.And they followed him with the

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   18: SOVEREIGN GROUND

    The convoy doesn’t head back to the estate. That’s the first thing Amara notices. They don’t return to familiar gates or guarded walls. Instead, the city thins out around them. Streetlights grow sparse. The highway opens wide and empty ahead. The car is silent. Dante sits beside her in the backseat, one arm resting along the door, gaze fixed forward like she doesn’t exist. Marco is in the passenger seat. Two black SUVs trail behind them. No one speaks. Not about the necklace. Not about the tracking signal. Not about the way his fingers had gone still when he felt the metal beneath her collarbone. The silence is deliberate. And it is suffocating. Amara folds her hands in her lap, forcing them to stay steady. Her pulse hasn’t fully settled from the interception at the building. Her mind keeps replaying the moment his eyes darkened — not with rage, but realization. He knows something. He just doesn’t know everything. The car turns through a pair of gates that slide open b

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME    17: EXPOSED

    AMARA I felt it the second his breath stalled against my skin. Not fear. Not instinct. Recognition. Dante’s fingers paused at my throat, the intimacy of the moment collapsing into something razor-sharp and lethal. His thumb brushed the pendant once, too deliberately. The pulse of green light beneath the gold casing reflected faintly in his eyes. I didn’t move. Didn’t reach for him. Didn’t lie. “Don’t,” he said quietly. Not a request. A warning. He straightened slowly, the air shifting with him. The room didn’t feel smaller, but it felt hunted. “How long,” he asked evenly, “have you been wearing surveillance on your body?” There it was. No guessing. No confusion. Straight to the throat. I exhaled, steadying myself. This was the moment every operative trained for, the exposure point. The second the mask came off. “Since before I met you,” I said calmly. His gaze snapped to mine. No shock. Only calculation. “So it’s real,” he said. “You’re

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   16: BROKEN WALLS

    AMARA’S POV The ride back to Dante’s penthouse was a blur of flashing lights, sirens echoing in the distance, and Dante’s hand gripping mine like I was the last solid thing he had left in this world. Downstairs, his men had taken control, loud radios, sharp commands, boots pounding the pavement. One of them opened a protected corridor for us, ushering Dante to move fast. Cole disappeared into the chaos like smoke, one second beside us, the next gone. Dante didn’t waste a second looking for him. His entire world was narrowed to me. By the time we reached the penthouse, my legs had stopped shaking only because I’d gone numb. Dante locked the door behind us with a force that made the walls tremble. “Amara.” His voice wasn’t cold. It wasn’t commanding. It wasn’t even angry. It was… shaken. He stepped in front of me slowly, like I was something fragile, a word I’d never let anyone use for me, and cupped my face with both hands. “You’re trembling.” His thumb brushed

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    DANTE’S POV The city looked different at night…sharp, cold, and full of lies. Dante’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel as the black Maserati cut through the silent streets. His phone buzzed once on the dashboard, the same message glowing on the cracked screen. Lock your doors. Don’t trust anyone tonight. He’d sent it to her barely fifteen minutes ago. Now she wasn’t picking up. The data breach had been bad. His men reported it only an hour after the auction erupted into chaos. Someone had infiltrated the encrypted network they used for transfers, and her name, Amara Voss was tangled inside the codes like bait. One of his oldest allies was dead, throat slit in his own office. And on the footage recovered from the hotel lobby, a familiar face had appeared briefly, Elara. He exhaled through his nose, rage burning slow and quiet. He’d spent years building walls around himself, brick by brick, every betrayal reinforcing the concrete. But Amara had walked right th

  • HIS DANGEROUS GAME   14: THE DOOR BETWEEN

    The air in Amara’s apartment still carried Elara’s perfume, something sharp and expensive, like poisoned honey. Her words echoed louder than the clock on the wall. “If you think you’re safe with him, you don’t know Dante at all.” Amara stood there for a long second, her heartbeat drowning everything else out. Then her phone buzzed, one single text lighting up the screen. Unknown Number: They’re watching you too. Her stomach dropped. The rational part of her mind said scam. The other part, the one that had been trained to detect hidden threats, whispered truth. She moved automatically, locking the door, pulling the curtains shut, turning off the lights. Her fingers shook. She poured herself a glass of wine, gulped, and tried to calm down. Her hands found the hem of her skirt, peeling it off. Her blouse followed. Routine. Strip. Breathe. Forget. She leaned against the kitchen counter in nothing but her underwear, letting the cool marble kiss her skin. It grounded her,

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