Semua Bab Twisted Vows Of Desire : Bab 71 - Bab 80

The press conference was broadcast live on all major news networks.My image dominated the screen, with bold headlines declaring betrayal. The terms espionage, sabotage, and criminal investigation seared into my mind like acid. Senator Richard Sinclair stood behind a gleaming podium, flanked by flags and security personnel, his voice calm, authoritative, and tinged with malice."My daughter, Elena Sinclair, has acted against the interests of this nation, this family, and the people who placed their trust in her. I had no choice but to bring this matter to light. I will not tolerate corruption—even when it comes from within."I was frozen in the living room of the Long Island estate, with Dominic beside me, his arm gripping my shoulders tightly. Olivia gasped quietly. Victor remained silent—just staring at the screen, as if he were witnessing a ghost rise from a grave he thought was sealed.Liam muttered curses under his breath and hurled the remote across the room."He’s manipulating

If truth were a matchstick, then tonight we’d set the entire house of Sinclair and Caldwell ablaze.I stared at the photo Liam had just placed on the table—my mother, pregnant, in the background of a deal I was never meant to know existed. A deal between the man who raised me and the father of the man I might now call mine.Victor Caldwell was silent, jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might snap.Olivia couldn’t even look at me. Her eyes were locked on the image like it might pull her backward into time and give her a second chance.It wouldn’t.“Why now?” I asked, voice hollow. “Why keep this from us for so long?”“I tried to protect you,” Olivia finally whispered.Dominic stepped beside me, his palm brushing mine. His touch was grounding, but nothing could fully tether me in this storm.“Protect me?” I snapped. “By lying? By feeding me to the wolves? I was a pawn in a war you started and then walked away from!”“Your father threatened Victor’s life,” she said. “He said if I

"Say something," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the rapid thumping of my heart.Dominic didn’t turn to face me. His gaze was fixed on the news headline glaring from his phone screen. The bold text seemed to shout at us, staining the Caldwell name with blood.MURDER. CONSPIRACY. POLITICAL CORRUPTION.Everything we had tried to bury—every secret we believed we had contained—was unraveling before the eyes of the entire world.Finally, he looked up, his jaw so tightly clenched that I could see the tension throbbing in his neck. "Someone leaked it."My throat went dry. "Who could have had access? The drive was never out of your sight.""No one from my side," he replied, shaking his head. "Which means—""—Someone from mine." I cursed under my breath and began to pace the length of the living room. "Richard must have found a way to twist this. He couldn’t bury the information, so he’s wielding it as a weapon. If he falls, he wants us to go down first.""He’s playing the martyr," Do

I used to think the worst betrayal came from lies. But now I know—the real poison is silence.Because silence allows monsters to hide behind polished names and designer suits. It allows generational power to rot from the inside out while the rest of us smile, nod, and pretend we don’t feel the floor cracking beneath our feet.The Dominion League wasn’t just a story whispered in dark corners.It was real.And it had marked me.“They’ll come after your credibility first,” Dominic said, pacing in front of the penthouse windows like a caged beast. “You’re already a target. If you keep digging, they’ll come for your job, your name, your life.”“And if I don’t keep digging?” I asked, arms crossed. “They still come. So what difference does it make?”He stopped pacing and looked at me, his expression unreadable. “It makes all the difference, Elena. Because if we go after them—we go to war.”I met his eyes without blinking. “Then let’s not go alone.”By morning, every major news outlet had pic

The silence in the safe house was deafening, each second stretching longer than the last. My breath came in shallow bursts, my hands trembling as I tried to steady myself against the weight of everything we had just learned.Dominic stood by the table, his hand gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched, and I could see the muscles in his neck tense, the fury building inside him like a storm waiting to break.“They’ve known everything,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. The implications of the phone call hit me hard, like a punch to the gut. Someone was watching us. Someone knew exactly where we were, what we were doing, and they weren’t afraid to make their move.Dominic glanced over at me, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and something more—something I didn’t have the strength to name. “They’ve been playing us from the start,” he muttered, shaking his head. “We’ve been two steps behind, and they’ve had us right where they wanted us all along