LOGIN“…The entire internet is blowing up,” he finally said, voice dropping. “Someone leaked Harrow’s crimes. All of them. With evidence.”Elena’s eyes widened, and for the first time in a while, she looked genuinely shocked.“That wasn’t me.”“I know,” he muttered under his breath before he could stop himself.Because now his brain was catching up.There was only one other person who had the skill.One person who was furious.One person with motive.One person with the emotional connection.Jace.Roman exhaled sharply. But Elena didn’t know yet.She merely stared at him, processing everything, confusion shifting into suspicion.“…So someone defended me?” she asked quietly.Roman swallowed.“Yes.”“And you thought it was me.”He closed his eyes.“…Yes.”Elena leaned back against the pillow, expression unreadable.Outside, the storm raged.Neither spoke.Roman’s heartbeat was a riot.Elena’s mind was a mess.And between them hung the truth neither of them knew how to touch.Elena sat there,
Jace posts the final blow.He hesitated before the last upload. This one… This one could start a war if anyone suspected it came from him or Elena.It was the reason she accepted the contract.A girl. Sixteen.Found dead two years ago.Case dismissed as “suicide.”The file showed Harrow’s involvement, and the threats he sent the girl’s grieving brother.Jace clenched his jaw.“She deserved justice. Elena did it for her.”He leaked it.And the internet exploded. THE WORLD TURNS. Every news outlet that had mourned the councilman began backtracking.Every reporter who had called Elena a monster… fell silent.People started demanding:“Why wasn’t this investigated?”“Why was Harrow protected?”“Who covered this up?”Jace watched the chaos unfold, heart pounding.He didn’t expose Elena. He didn’t expose himself. But he exposed the monster that everyone had painted as a saint.He leaned back, chest tight.“Let the world burn,” he whispered. “But not her. Never her.”Finally, people were st
Roman leaned on the table, breathing hard through his nose.“She was attacked. She almost died. We almost died. And before she’s even healed, these idiots think they can sit behind screens and accuse my wife of murder?”His voice dropped to a cold whisper. “Not while I’m breathing.”Hale stood stiff, waiting for more instructions.Roman straightened, shoulders still tense. “And Hale, this is not a request. This is an order.”“Yes, sir.”Roman pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing his chest to steady.He wasn’t doing this for appearances.Not anymore.He was doing it because...Because the thought of Elena hearing these accusations made his stomach twist.Because the way she had collapsed earlier haunted him.Because even when she pushed him away… even when she pretended she didn’t care… he knew she was hurting.And somewhere beneath all the anger, the frustration, the confusion...He cared too damn much.He needed to clear his head before going back to her… or he would crumble the s
Roman swallowed.God, she didn’t even realize she was hurting him. Or maybe she did, and didn’t care.He straightened, letting his own mask fall over his face.“I’m not here to lecture you.”“Good,” she muttered, laying her head back on the pillow as if dismissing him entirely.Roman hesitated… then rose slowly from the chair.He pretended it didn’t hurt.Pretended he didn’t care.Pretended her indifference didn’t feel like another wound he couldn’t stitch shut.“I’ll come back later,” he said quietly. “Try to rest.”“Mm,” she hummed. Not even looking at him.He reached the doorway.Paused.Looked back at her one more time.And the worst part?She didn’t look.Not even once.Roman shut the door behind him, his chest tightening as he forced himself to walk away... Pretending he wasn’t hurting.Pretending he wasn’t replaying every second of that kiss.Pretending he wasn’t falling in love with a woman who had built walls higher than his.The door closed with a soft click.Quiet.Too quie
“Sir?” Hale took one hesitant step closer. “You’ve been standing here for almost fifteen minutes.”Roman didn’t answer. He didn’t even flinch. His jaw stayed locked, shoulders stiff, eyes hollow as he stared past the cluster of news feeds still flashing Elena’s name like a siren.Hale tried again. Softer this time.“Roman… she’s awake again.”That finally got a reaction. Roman’s fingers twitched.“She asked for water,” Hale added carefully. “Dr. Harrow says her vitals are stabilizing. She… she keeps looking at the door.”Roman’s throat tightened, but he kept his expression carved from stone.“Good,” he muttered, but it sounded nothing like relief.Hale exhaled sharply, stepping in front of him as if blocking his view of the screens.“Boss, whatever they’re saying out there, it’s noise. You know that.”Roman’s eyes flicked to him. Quiet. Dark. Turbulent.“It’s not the noise that’s the problem,” he said finally, voice low… almost tired. “It’s the silence.”Hale frowned. “Sir?”“She talk
A trending hashtag rose like smoke.#JusticeForHarrowFollowed by:#ArrestElenaThorne#ThorneCoverUp#PowerKills#WheresElena#WheresRomanEvery five minutes, a new rumor emerged:That Elena had been cheating.That she had been seen buying weapons.That she had a history of violence.That the entire marriage was a front.That Roman was aiding her escape to another country.A few conspiracy theorists even suggested that the crash scene had been staged.That they were hiding.That they were already dead.Or worse, that they had killed themselves to avoid prosecution.THE BUSINESS WORLD REACTS...Thorne Industries stock dropped 11% in two hours, a practically unheard of plunge.Investors demanded answers.Board members pushed for an emergency meeting.Other CEOs distanced themselves from Roman, releasing statements dripping with faux sympathy for Councilman Harrow.A rival company even leaked a statement that Thorne Industries was “under internal review for leadership misconduct.”Roman




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