Masuk~Aliyah’s POV~
I didn't close my eyes fully to sleep. I kept staring at the door, hoping for him to come and get me. I needed him to take me away, far away from the troubles.
I suddenly heard footsteps, hope came crashing into me. Could it be him? But how? Ronald's guards were still outside. The house was definitely surrounded.
The sound approached faster, making me tense. My heart pounding as the steps increased, heavy, even, unhurried.
I hissed between my teeth when I noticed it was Ronald’s kind of footsteps. My heart thudded painfully, but the steps passed, he didn’t stop at my door. Not yet.
I let out a shaky breath. “Please come, Dominic,” I whispered.
The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly. Ten minutes. Then fifteen.
Finally, the phone vibrated. One message.
~Dominic's Pov~I rushed out after collecting my thoughts properly, and I met with someone I trusted.That alone narrowed the list down to almost nothing. Trust wasn’t something I handed out easily, especially not with the Voss name hanging over my head like a warning label. But he was one of the few people outside that world who understood discretion. No questions asked. No unnecessary loyalties. He dealt with facts, not gossip, and silence was his strongest currency.We sat across from each other in a quiet, neutral space. No records. No witnesses. The kind of place where conversations disappeared the moment they ended.“She can’t stay where she is forever,” he said bluntly, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. There was no sympathy in his tone, only realism. “He’ll drag her back.”“I know,” I replied without hesitation.The words tasted bitter, but they were true. Ronald didn’t let go of what he considered his. Time didn’t soften him, it sharpened him.“And if you step in
~Dominic’s POV~The first thing I did when I woke up was reach for my phone.Not a stretch. Not check the time. My hand went straight to the screen like it had a mind of its own, fingers already swiping, already hoping. My eyes scanned the notifications quickly, then slower, my chest tightening with every second that passed.No messages from Aliyah.I frowned, refreshing the screen once, then again, even though I knew it was pointless. I had been expecting her to reach out to me, almost certain she would after the photos were released. After everything blew up. After the damage was done.She should have said something. Anything.A knot formed in my stomach, thick and uneasy. I was very certain she was in a difficult situation now, and the bitter truth sat heavy on my tongue; it was my fault. I’d been the catalyst, whether I liked it or not.My thoughts spiraled immediately, dark and relentless.Had Ronald locked her in again?The image came too easily, too vividly. Aliyah trapped behi
~Ronald’s POV~How dare she hang up on me?The audacity of it hit me a second too late, like a slap that only started burning after the hand was gone. I stood there, phone still pressed into my ear, listening to nothing but dead air. For a moment, I didn’t even move. I just stared, stunned, as if the device itself had betrayed me.Goodbye.The words echoed in my head, slow and deliberate, each syllable sinking deeper like a calculated insult. Not rushed. Not shaky. No apology woven into it. No tremor of fear. Just that calm, infuriating tone, steady, controlled, like she was the one deciding when the conversation ended.Goodbye.My fingers tightened around the phone as I lowered it, my eyes boring into the dark screen. I willed it to light up again. Willed her name to appear, followed by some frantic excuse, some hurried explanation that would put things back where they belonged.Nothing happened.The silence mocked me.My jaw clenched so hard it ached. “It’s not even late,” I muttere
~ALIYAH’S POV~The moment the call ended, my hands started to shake, violent, uncontrollable tremors that rattled straight up my arms. The phone slipped in my grip, tilting dangerously, and for a split second I was sure it would crash to the floor. I sucked in a sharp breath.Before it could fall, Clara was there.She snatched the phone from my hand with quick reflexes and placed it carefully on the table, screen facing down, like it was something fragile… or dangerous. Then she turned to me fully, her eyes steady, unflinching.“You did great,” she said firmly, leaving no room for doubt. “You hear me? Great.”The word echoed in my head, but my body didn’t believe it.My knees gave out, and I sank into the couch, the cushions swallowing me as if I needed something, anything, to hold me together. My chest felt tight, like I’d just run for my life.“I feel like I just poked a sleeping lion,” I muttered, staring at the wall, my voice barely holding.Clara huffed softly. “He’s been awake t
~ALIYAH’S POV~I woke up the next morning slowly, the kind of waking that came without panic or dread for once. My body stretched on its own, muscles loosening as I reached my arms above my head and let out a quiet breath. For a brief second, everything felt calm. Too calm.Then my eyes opened properly.Clara was already up, sitting against the headboard with her hair loosely tied back, scrolling through her phone like it was the most natural thing in the world. I squinted at her, still half-asleep, giving her a lazy glare that carried no real annoyance.“Morning,” I muttered.She glanced at me and smirked. “Took you long enough.”I rolled onto my side and reached for my phone on the bedside table, more out of habit than intention. The moment my fingers closed around it, the screen lit up, and then it vibrated sharply in my hands.Once. Twice.My breath hitched.I stared at the screen, my mind still foggy, until the name came into focus. My heart skipped so hard it felt like it slamm
~Aliyah’s POV~The phone vibrated again in my hand, sharp and sudden, and I froze.I stared at the screen like it might bite me, like if I looked away for even a second, it would leap out and sink its teeth into me. The words sat there, stark and unforgiving, glowing too brightly in the dim room.> Call me now. We’re not done.My chest tightened. The message felt less like a text and more like a threat, like a hand closing around my throat. My fingers went numb, the phone suddenly heavier than it had any right to be.Clara noticed immediately. She leaned closer, her shoulder brushing mine as she peered at the screen. “Say the word,” she said lightly, though her eyes had gone serious, “and I’ll throw that phone into the sink.”I swallowed, my throat dry. The sound echoed too loudly in my ears. “He won’t stop.”The words slipped out before I could soften them. They carried too much truth, too much exhaustion.“He never does,” Clara replied quietly. There was no judgment in her voice. Ju







