เข้าสู่ระบบDarius’s words immediately made Aurora tense.“Disappeared?” she repeated softly.Darius kept staring at his phone screen for a few more seconds before finally giving a small nod.“Peter’s men lost track of him about an hour ago.”Aurora immediately gripped the edge of the nearby table.And strangely—the news felt even more frightening than when Dante had been standing outside her house.Because as long as he was visible—at least they knew where he was.But now?He had vanished right after attacking Aurora’s house.Peter, who was still in the living room, immediately stood up when Darius came downstairs a few minutes later.“Did your men find him?” the older man asked quickly.Darius shook his head slightly.“His car was found abandoned near the old pier.”Peter’s expression instantly sharpened.“Damn it…”Aurora came downstairs as well, hugging herself tightly.“Dante wouldn’t do something even crazier now… would he?”No one answered immediately.And the silence alone made Aurora’s
The atmosphere inside Darius’s house felt far calmer than the chaos that had just happened at Aurora’s home.And somehow—that only made everything feel even more unsettling.Aurora sat on the sofa holding Hazel, who had already fallen asleep in her arms.Her gaze remained distant for several seconds after the call from her security guard ended.Meanwhile, Darius stood near the window, gripping his phone tighter.He had just finished speaking with the head of security at Aurora’s house.“The motorcycle had fake plates,” Darius said quietly. “And the rider disappeared immediately after throwing the rock.”Peter, who was sitting not far away, slowly leaned back.“Dante’s getting bolder.”Aurora immediately looked up. “So it really was him?”Peter did not answer right away.But the older man’s silence already explained everything.Aurora closed her eyes briefly.Because the longer this continued—the more Dante truly became someone she no longer recognized.Darius finally walked over and
Peter’s words instantly changed the atmosphere in Aurora’s living room.Darius stood there, gripping his phone a little tighter.“Do we have a name?” he asked quickly.“Not yet.” Peter’s voice was low. “But whoever it is has enough money—and enough nerve—to help Dante come after you.”Darius’s gaze immediately turned colder.Standing not far away, Aurora began to feel like everything was slipping further beyond their control.“Does Dante know about this?” Darius asked again.“I’m not sure.” Peter paused briefly. “But that man clearly isn’t thinking rationally anymore.”Darius glanced toward Aurora and Hazel for a moment.Then he spoke without hesitation.“Come to Aurora’s house now.”Aurora immediately turned toward him.“What?”“I have a plan.”Less than thirty minutes later—Peter’s car finally pulled into Aurora’s driveway.The older man stepped out while observing the security around the house, which had become much tighter than before.Peter’s gaze immediately landed on Darius.“
Darius’s words immediately silenced Aurora Blackwood for several seconds.She stood in the living room, gripping her phone a little tighter.Hazel was still playing on the carpet, unaware of everything happening around her.“Move into your house?” Aurora repeated softly.“For a while.”Aurora immediately rubbed her temple.The problem was—the idea sounded far too reasonable to refuse.And that was exactly why it made her even more uneasy.Because living in Darius Harrington’s house meant allowing the man to step even deeper into her life.“Are you serious?” Aurora finally asked.“I don’t joke about your safety.”Aurora slowly walked toward the living room window.Her gaze fell toward the front gate, which was now guarded far more heavily than usual.Two security vehicles had already been stationed there for the past hour.And all of it existed because of one possibility.Dante Walker.“Aurora.”Darius’s voice came through the phone again.“You’re not safe there alone.”Aurora closed
That afternoon, the air inside Peter Walker’s office felt colder than usual.The older man sat calmly behind his desk while reading the thin report in his hands.But the longer he read—the sharper his gaze slowly became.“So it’s true,” Peter muttered quietly.One of his men stood not far from the desk, his head slightly lowered.“We checked the highway surveillance footage and the payment trail connected to the truck, sir.”Peter slowly set the report down.“And?”“The driver received a large amount of cash two days before the incident.”Peter immediately lifted his gaze.“From Dante?”The man hesitated for a few seconds. “Not directly.”Peter narrowed his eyes slightly.“But the person who contacted the driver previously worked on one of Blackwood’s old projects.”The room instantly felt heavier.Peter slowly leaned back in his chair.The older man’s gaze drifted toward the large window behind his desk.And for the first time since releasing Dante Walker from prison—Peter began to
The phone call ended a few minutes later. But Dante still sat motionless in the small apartment, staring blankly out the window. Peter’s words kept echoing inside his head. Dante’s jaw slowly tightened again. By now, he knew Darius Harrington well enough. And that was exactly what made everything feel even worse. Darius was not the type of man who played games. If he had already come this far into Aurora’s life— then there was only one step left. Marriage. The image of Aurora Blackwood standing at the altar beside Darius instantly flashed through Dante’s mind. Hazel in another man’s arms. And the little girl calling another man “father.” “No…” Dante muttered softly. His fists clenched tightly at once. Because no matter what happened— Dante would never allow that to happen. If he was already too late to win Aurora back… then at the very least, he would never let anyone replace him as Hazel’s father. Only he belonged in that place. Only him. But







