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Chapter Four:The Mall Trip, Wrong Timing.
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2026-06-24 20:42:36Leila regretted getting into the car almost immediately.
The silence was unbearable.
She sat stiffly in the backseat of the black SUV while Zane Rogers sat across from her, scrolling through documents on a tablet as if he hadn't terrified her every single day since they met.
The city rolled past outside the tinted windows.
Nobody spoke.
Not the driver.
Not the bodyguards.
Not Zane.
The silence stretched so long that Leila eventually found herself stealing glances at him.
He looked calm.
Too calm.
How could someone be that calm after shooting people?
After kidnapping people?
After turning her entire life upside down?
As if sensing her stare, Zane looked up.
Their eyes met.
Leila immediately looked away.
Unfortunately, that only made him notice.
"You keep staring."
Leila's face heated.
"I wasn't staring."
"You were."
"I wasn't."
A faint smirk touched his mouth.
Leila hated that smirk.
It always looked like he knew something she didn't.
The silence returned.
A few minutes later, one of the bodyguards handed Zane a bottle of water.
Without looking at her, Zane extended another bottle in her direction.
Leila stared at it suspiciously.
"No."
Zane looked at her.
"It's water."
"I know what water is."
"Clearly."
Leila frowned.
"I don't want anything from you."
Zane shrugged and placed the bottle beside him.
Suit yourself.
For some reason, that irritated her more.
The vehicle continued moving.
Leila tried focusing on the view outside.
It didn't work.
Her stomach felt strange.
At first, she blamed nerves.
Then she blamed the speeding vehicle.
Then she blamed Zane.
Mostly Zane.
The feeling worsened.
Leila swallowed.
The nausea remained.
Five minutes later, it doubled.
Her face paled.
No.
No.
No.
Not now.
Anything but this.
She pressed a hand over her mouth.
One of the bodyguards noticed immediately.
"Sir..."
Zane looked up.
His eyes narrowed.
Leila knew that look.
It was the look people gave right before disaster happened.
"Stop the car," she whispered.
Nobody heard her.
"Stop the car."
The nausea surged violently.
Zane's expression changed.
"Driver—"
Too late.
Leila lunged forward.
The entire contents of her stomach erupted directly onto the expensive leather interior.
The SUV exploded into chaos.
The driver cursed.
The bodyguards froze.
Leila wanted to die.
Absolutely die.
The silence afterward was somehow worse than the vomiting itself.
She remained frozen.
Unable to move.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to look at anyone.
Especially Zane.
Slowly...
Very slowly...
She turned her head.
Zane stared at the disaster.
Then at her.
Then back at the disaster.
The look on his face wasn't anger.
Which somehow made it worse.
It was disbelief.
Pure disbelief.
Leila covered her face immediately.
"Oh, my God."
Nobody spoke.
Not a single person.
The driver pulled sharply onto the roadside.
The vehicle stopped.
Leila wished her life would stop, too.
A long sigh escaped Zane.
Then another.
He rubbed a hand across his face.
"Get her into the second vehicle."
The bodyguards moved instantly.
Leila climbed out without saying a word.
Her entire soul had left her body.
The second SUV waited behind them.
She practically ran toward it.
Behind her, she heard one of the guards asking if the first vehicle should be cleaned immediately.
Then she heard Zane answer.
"No."
A pause.
"Burn it."
The guards froze.
Leila spun around.
"What?!"
A faint smirk appeared on Zane's face.
For one brief second, she realized he was joking.
But she still couldn't shake off the feeling that he might have meant it cause of his disgusting expression
She could flush and climb into the second SUV.
“This was officially the worst day of her life”.
She said
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An hour later, the towering glass structure of Techno Mall appeared ahead.
Leila stared through the window.
Finally.
A normal place.
No guns.
No murder.
Just dresses.
That was all she needed.
A dress.
Five more days.
Ten million dollars
Then she would disappear from Zane Rogers' life forever.
The SUV rolled into the parking lot.
Bodyguards exited first.
The area looked peaceful.
Safe.
Ordinary.
Leila stepped out and took a deep breath.
For the first time in days, she almost relaxed.
Almost.
Because unknown to them, several floors above them—
Hidden behind dark glass—
A man lowered a rifle scope.
His finger rested lightly against the trigger.
His eyes never
Ever left Zane Rogers?
"Target confirmed," he said quietly into his earpiece.
A voice answered immediately.
"Take the shot when ready."
The sniper smiled.
Below, completely unaware, Leila followed Zane toward the mall entrance.
And somewhere inside the crowd—
Someone else was already watching.
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