POV: AmeliaI drove without a direction or a location. The road looked blurry just as a result of my teary eyes. The words Lyra spoke and the feeling of that woman's lips on my husband's mouth played on repeat like a vicious and personal film. I hadn't just lost my husband, but I had lost my shield, my ally, and the only person who knew the terrifying truth about my family. I checked through the window and I saw an anonymous hotel on the outskirts of the city. It has no name or record but just four walls of bland wallpaper and a lock I could trust. I was finally alone, and that's exactly what I wanted, and the isolation was suffocating. The contract is over. I divorce you, Adrian. I repeated the words over and over again, trying to find solace in the finality, but it all felt raw and like a gaping wound where trust had once been. Adrian’s silence and his inability to speak the simple truth about his past had been the final straw. Lyra knew it and she knew I couldn’t bear another li
Adrian POV It was so easy to find Amelia. I found her car parked two blocks from the city's Italian restaurant, a place Amelia and Brandon used to visit frequently. It was so predictable. I didn't rush and the sight of Amelia’s car confirmed she was inside. She walked straight into the bait.I parked in a dark spot, shut off my engine, and grabbed my jacket. To my imagination, I was expecting Brandon and maybe a couple of thugs because I was prepared and ready to drag her out then apologize later. But the scene turns out another way round. Amelia wasn't with Brandon alone. She was at the corner table with Lyra. “The Fox”, I whispered, my hand gripping the door handle. It seems that Lyra had changed the plan. She wasn't using Brandon as the distraction alone but she only used him to lure Amelia to the public, a very controllable setting. The restaurant was bustling, and it was a perfect stage for humiliation. I had to get to Amelia without causing any drama that would alert the po
POV: AdrianI stood at the front of the door listening to the sound of the crunch of gravel as Amelia drove down the road. It wasn't just gravel, but my heart was grinding to dust. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It was a raw and ragged sound that echoed in the quiet house.She just walked out and chose him over me.“Idiot,” I said to myself as I slammed the door shut. Not her but me. I let my own need to protect the hidden truth about her family cost me the only person I was protecting and fighting for.Martha stood quickly by my side, her eyes were filled with knowing concern. “Where is she going?”“To Brandon,” I replied. “Lyra sent him a message and she thinks she can get the answers from him. She thinks I'm the liar here.”“And you let her go?”“I was silent, Martha. I couldn't risk telling her the truth about Branwyn and the plane crash incident. I couldn't afford to shatter her with that, not yet. Not when I don't have the necessary legal shield to protect her f
POV: AmeliaWe were silent in the car, only the engine's low hum failed to drown out the noise in my head. Adrian was focused on the road like a man on a mission, his jaw was set and his eyes were constantly scanning the rearview mirror. We just escaped the ambush some seconds ago. I broke the silence. “Where are we going?” I asked, my voice felt brittle. He didn't look at me. “Martha's place, it's safe there for now.”“And then?”“Then we figure out the next step. The police can’t touch us there.”“The police,” I scoffed and turned to face the window. “Or your…… family's old friends?”“Don't do this, Amelia. This is not the right time for this. We need to focus.”“Focus on what exactly, Adrian? On the fact that I'm living with a man whose family name is a headline? Or on the fact that you almost gave the court reason to take my niece away?” “I told you, I've cut ties with that life! Lyra twisted the whole information.” He shouted.“Did she? Or did she just reveal the truth you w
Part I: Adrian (The Trap)Lyra knows where we are and her target isn't just the company infrastructure but us.I was already on a call with Martha, my voice was low because I was trying to arrange a discreet extraction, when Amelia walked into the kitchen. Her face was pale but her eyes held a terrifying and hard clarity I hadn’t seen before the attack. She wasn't worried; she was assessing the damage. “They just hit the last stop of my control,” she said in a quiet but razor-sharp voice. “The company servers are blocked. We are running on air.”“I'm working on it and we are leaving in ten minutes,” I murmured into the phone, then I hung up. “We are compromised, Amelia, and we have to go now.” She didn't move, she just stared at the kitchen counter where her old phone was, the one with Brandon's text, now choked up with a new notification. It was a link to a private news blog, the type Lyra loved to feed.“Wait,” she said with a trembling voice. I snatched the phone and read the he
POV: Amelia The betrayal seemed deeper, leaving an emotional scar rather than the attack on my life that left a physical scar. I woke up in the middle of the night, my heart was beating very fast and the sheet was drenched in a cold sweat. It was the same nightmare I've been having for days. It was Lyra's face masked with a smile, standing over me as I lay helplessly on the street, bleeding. Her eyes were filled with a wicked, triumphant light, and her lips were mouthing the words “I warned you.” Just then, I would wake up screaming while the sound was trapped in my throat. I couldn’t breathe, my lungs felt like they were filled with sand. Quickly, I sat up in bed, and my hands were shaking as I tried to calm myself, but it was all too much. The news article, the public betrayal, Adrian’s quiet, and the desperate attempts to warn me. I had pushed him away, but his words still echo in my mind. “This is not about money or revenge or even your company.” He had been trying to tell me so