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Chapter 8 – Don’t Trust Him

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I stared at the screen until the words blurred.

Don’t trust anyone—not even him.

The room felt suddenly too small, like the walls were leaning in to listen. I glanced at Lucien. He hadn’t moved. Not a muscle. His face was unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes looked like someone had just punched straight through his chest.

“That’s not possible,” I said, my voice coming out thinner than I wanted. “My father is dead.”

Lucien didn’t answer. He reached for the laptop slowly, like it might bite him.

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  • The Alias of Mrs. Vale   Chapter 8 – Don’t Trust Him

    I stared at the screen until the words blurred.Don’t trust anyone—not even him.The room felt suddenly too small, like the walls were leaning in to listen. I glanced at Lucien. He hadn’t moved. Not a muscle. His face was unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes looked like someone had just punched straight through his chest.“That’s not possible,” I said, my voice coming out thinner than I wanted. “My father is dead.”Lucien didn’t answer. He reached for the laptop slowly, like it might bite him.The message blinked again.Clara, if you’re reading this, it means the contingency worked. I’m out of time.My heart slammed so hard it hurt. I grabbed the edge of the table to steady myself. “Lucien. Say something.”He finally spoke, voice low. “I’ve never seen this file.”“That’s not what I asked.”He looked at me then, really looked, and I hated how much I wanted to believe him. “I didn’t know he was alive.”“Alive,” I repeated. “You’re just saying that like it’s nothing.”The laptop chimed sof

  • The Alias of Mrs. Vale   Chapter 7 – Run

    I didn’t think. I just ran.The moment Lucien said that word, something inside me snapped loose. The bench, the park, the rain—all blurred into streaks of silver and black. My shoes slapped against wet pavement as I bolted toward the far exit, heart hammering so loud I thought it might give me away.Behind me, a gunshot cracked. I ducked on instinct, the sound splitting the night like it meant to tear me apart. Someone shouted my name—Lucien’s voice—but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when every light and shadow could hide a bullet.I turned a corner too fast and nearly slipped. My hands hit cold concrete as I caught myself, palms burning. My lungs screamed. I stumbled forward again, weaving through narrow streets where the rain fell harder, washing away everything except fear.Another shot echoed. Then another.“Lucien!” I called out before I could stop myself. My voice bounced off brick walls and died somewhere I couldn’t reach.I ducked behind a dumpster and crouched, chest heaving.

  • The Alias of Mrs. Vale   Chapter 6 – Blood and Confession

    The shots kept coming like bad thunder. I felt them in my bones more than I heard them: sharp, random, terrifying. Lucien moved like he was made of practiced danger—taking positions, checking corners, barking one-word orders I couldn’t always follow. I wanted to argue, to scream, to ask why my life had turned into a war movie, but my mouth kept dry and small. So I listened.He dragged me toward the back of the house where the kitchen opened into a narrow yard. “Through there,” he said, voice clipped. “Wall, then alley. Move.” His hand found my elbow and pushed. He was steady in a way that made me want to trust him stupidly, wholly.We climbed over a low brick divider and I scraped my shin. “Ow!” I hissed. He didn’t look back. “Shut up and climb,” he ordered, but there was a laugh in it—more relief than cruelty. Maybe he was laughing at the absurdity of me actually doing it.We hit the alley and ran until our lungs burned. The rain had turned everything into reflections, so every stree

  • The Alias of Mrs. Vale   The Real Mrs. Vale

    The door creaked open before I could even process what he’d said.She stood there like she owned the rain.Tall, flawless, wrapped in a black coat that looked more expensive than my rent. Her dark hair was sleek, not a drop of water on it, and her red lips curved into a smile that made my stomach twist.Lucien froze, gun still in his hand, but she didn’t even flinch.“Still aiming at me, darling?” she said softly. “You always were dramatic.”Her voice was silk and poison at once.Lucien’s jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here.”“Neither should you,” she said, her eyes sliding to me. “And who’s this?”Her gaze ran over me like a knife. I could feel the judgment in every second of her silence.Lucien stepped between us slightly. “She’s no one.”That word stung more than the rain ever could.“No one?” she repeated, pretending to look amused. “That’s funny. You don’t usually bring ‘no one’ to your safehouses.”I crossed my arms, trying to steady my voice. “Who are you exactly?”She smiled

  • The Alias of Mrs. Vale   The Wife He Never Chose

    I didn’t stop running until my lungs burned. Rain soaked every inch of me, blurring the streets, the lights, the world. I didn’t even know where I was anymore—somewhere between panic and disbelief.Lucien had been shot. The sound wouldn’t leave my head. I wanted to turn back, but my legs wouldn’t listen. They just kept moving.When I finally collapsed under an awning, my breath came out in ragged gasps. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying not to cry. The envelope was still clutched in my hand, soaked but intact. I didn’t even know why I was holding onto it anymore—only that he told me to.Then headlights cut through the street. A black SUV slowed at the corner. My body froze. Not again.Before I could move, someone grabbed my arm from behind. I spun, ready to scream, but a familiar voice rasped, “Quiet.”I almost didn’t believe it. Lucien stood there, drenched, pale, one arm pressed to his side.“You’re alive,” I whispered.“Barely.”He pushed me back into the shadows as the SUV rol

  • The Alias of Mrs. Vale   Gunfire and Shadows

    Darkness swallowed everything.The bulb fizzled out with a hiss, leaving only the sound of rain dripping through cracks in the ceiling. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.“Vale,” the voice called again, closer this time. “Come out, and maybe I’ll let the girl live.”Girl. That was me. Great.I tried not to breathe too loud. The man—Vale, apparently—moved in front of me, silent, weapon raised. He wasn’t panicking. Not like I was. He was… steady, like he’d done this before.He crouched beside me and whispered, “Stay low.”“I can’t see anything.”“You don’t need to. Just listen.”My fingers clenched around the envelope I was still holding. The footsteps outside grew heavier, slower, like whoever was there was taking their time. Enjoying it.I whispered, “Who is that?”He didn’t answer, only motioned toward the far corner of the room. I started crawling toward it, careful not to make a sound. The floor creaked anyway, betraying me.The door swung open.Gunfire erupted—

  • The Alias of Mrs. Vale   Run

    I didn’t think. I just ran.The hallway blurred around me as my bare feet hit the cold floor. Behind me, I heard him shout something, but adrenaline drowned everything out. I bolted for the stairwell, skipping the elevator entirely. My heart pounded so loud it felt like it was trying to escape my c

  • The Alias of Mrs. Vale   The Wrong Suitcase

    The first thing I noticed when I stepped out of Heathrow Airport was how gray everything looked. The sky, the road, even the people seemed to wear the same shade of tired. My suitcase wheels rattled behind me like they were complaining about being in a new country.“Welcome to London,” I whispered

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