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Chapter 9: The Leak

Penulis: Raodot Salihat
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-12 22:50:07

Amara’s POV

The platinum watch felt like a shackle. I stared at it as the Rolls-Royce glided through the city streets. Adrian’s world was one of cold surfaces and hidden depths, and I was starting to realize that the "protection" he offered was really just a way to keep his secrets under lock and key.

When I arrived back at the mansion, the atmosphere had shifted. The air was thick with a tension that hadn't been there a few hours ago. Thorne was on his phone before the car even came to a compl
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