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Chapter 29 — A Dangerous Bargain 

Author: Ij Gabriel
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-10 05:13:45

Amelia’s POV

My heart pounded in my chest, even as the video vanished from the screen and Ethan hurled the phone across the room. It crashed into the wall with a sharp crack, the shards bursting everywhere.

"Dammit!" he shouted, putting a shaking hand through his hair.

I hugged myself, attempting to regulate my breathing, but my mother's face kept flashing before my gaze—gagged, bound, helpless.

"I'm calling security," Ethan declared, already reaching for the landline and punching numbers into it. "We need all the surveillance tapes reviewed. Find out where this video originated. Trace the IP. Get all available recent footage from the warehouses—"

"Ethan,"I gently touched his arm.

He turned to confront me. His jaw was clenched so tightly that I thought he would shatter it. His eyes blazed with cold anger, which I had not seen there before.

"He warned me," I whispered. "He threatened that if I spoke, that if I informed you about it."

“This is not your fault,” he declared immediately, i
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