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Chapter 130:Breaches
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Whisked Away Chapter 133: Setting the Net
The glow of the television still lingered in La Stella’s lounge, muted clips of Amara’s interview playing again and again as the world replayed her words. But inside the restaurant’s upper floors, the atmosphere was no longer one of anxiety. It was sharp. Focused.Luca closed the heavy oak door to his office and gestured for Matteo, Clara, and Dr. Khaled to gather around. Amara followed, Noah asleep in the safe cocoon of the apartment upstairs.“This is the window,” Luca said. His voice carried the weight of a man who’d made high-stakes deals but never one so personal. “Ethan is unsettled. He will retaliate—but in his arrogance, he’ll leave fingerprints. That’s when we move.”The Legal Web. Dr. Khaled slid a folder across the table. Inside, there were printouts, screenshots, call logs. “We’ve already traced three of the recording leaks to burner servers linked to shell companies, companies tied to Ethan’s portfolio. Nothing conclusive yet, but if he moves recklessly again, I can catch
Whisked Away Chapter 132: The Spotlight Turns
The cameras had always terrified Amara. She remembered hiding her face whenever Luca’s world of flashing bulbs brushed too close to her own. But now, she stood in front of the mirror at La Stella’s private lounge, Clara behind her, steadying her like a general preparing a soldier.“Not too polished,” Clara instructed, adjusting the soft curls in Amara’s hair. “We don’t want you looking untouchable. People should see you as you are, strong, real, grounded.”Amara swallowed hard. She wore a simple navy dress, nothing flashy, but enough to look composed. Her palms still itched with nerves, but under that, a fire burned.Noah’s laughter floated faintly from the next room, Matteo keeping him distracted with stories of daring knights and dragons. That sound, that little spark of normality, was why she was here.The Interview.The studio lights were blinding. A live-stream setup. No pre-recorded edits for Ethan to twist later. Just Amara, a microphone, and millions of eyes waiting.Luca sat i
Whisked Away Chapter 131: The Counterstrike
For days they had been shadows in their own home, jumping at flickers of light, silencing their own laughter for fear it was being recorded. But something broke inside Amara after watching the video of Noah go viral.She refused to let Ethan define her child’s voice, his fear, as entertainment for the world.And Luca, watching her shoulders square despite exhaustion, knew this wasn’t just about protecting their family anymore. It was about reclaiming the narrative, reclaiming their dignity.La Stella’s private dining room, normally a place of celebrations, became their war room. Heavy curtains shut out the city, and the table filled with laptops, files, cups of strong espresso.Luca’s inner circle gathered, three people he trusted with his life.Matteo Rossi, his oldest friend and head of security, with eyes that missed nothing.Clara Montrose, Luca’s PR strategist, a woman whose tongue was sharper than any blade.Dr. Khaled Omar, a discreet digital forensics expert, the kind of man c
Whisked Away Chapter 130:Breaches
Amara couldn’t stop shaking.Even after she had yanked the baby monitor from the socket, her hands trembled as if the device might suddenly speak again, Ethan’s voice crawling through the silence like smoke. Noah clung to her neck, his face buried in her shoulder, whispering, “Make it stop, Mama. Make it stop.”When Luca returned to find them in that state, his jaw tightened like stone. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t ask questions. He simply picked up the device, turned it over in his hands, and understood immediately.“This wasn’t ours,” he said. His voice was low, sharp, the voice of a man who had spent his life spotting hidden weapons before they were used. “It was planted".By dawn, their home had become a warzone of quiet inspections. Luca called in a trusted security team, people who owed their loyalty to him, not to the company, not to anyone else. They moved methodically, room to room, their scanners lighting up in ways that made Amara’s stomach knot.Behind a vent: a ti
Whisked Away Chapter 129: The Stillness Within
The penthouse no longer felt like home.Every sound seemed amplified, the whir of the refrigerator, the distant hum of traffic, the elevator doors gliding open down the hall. Amara began to wonder if silence itself had become Ethan’s messenger, if he was somewhere, waiting, listening, smiling at her unease.Noah clung to her constantly now. Even during the day, he would pause mid-play, eyes darting to the corners of the room, as though expecting someone to step out of the shadows. His once carefree laughter had dwindled to a rare sound, replaced by questions that broke her heart.“Mama, if the bad man comes here… will you go with him so he won’t take me?”The question gutted her. She pulled him close, whispering over and over, “No one will take you. Not ever.” But deep down, her confidence frayed. What if Ethan wasn’t trying to take Noah physically? What if his aim was subtler—stealing Noah’s trust in her, piece by piece, until the boy no longer believed she could keep him safe?The
Whisked Away Chapter 128: The Place of Murmurs
For the first time in weeks, Amara woke not to the city’s chaos, but to the sound of Noah crying out in the dark.She rushed to his room, her heart hammering. Noah sat bolt upright, drenched in sweat, his stuffed bear clutched to his chest.“Mama… he was here,” Noah whispered, eyes wide and unfocused. “He was in the room. He said he knows me. He said he’ll come back.”Her stomach dropped. “Baby, it was a dream,” she soothed, though her voice cracked. She smoothed his damp hair back from his forehead, rocking him gently.But when she glanced at the nightstand, her breath caught.Beside the lamp sat a folded paper airplane. Handwritten across the wing was a phrase that turned her blood cold:“Dreams are only the beginning.”The Days After, the penthouse became a fortress, but also a cage. Noah refused to sleep alone, his small body trembling even in daylight. Amara found herself jumping at ordinary sounds, the hum of the elevator, the buzz of her phone, even the laughter of reporters on
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