All Chapters of What the Heart didn't Know: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

POV: Adrian---He hadn’t shifted for more than an hour.Amelia was still snuggled against his shoulder, her breathing calm and her body radiating warmth against him. The silence of the room felt cozy, wrapping around them like a comforting blanket, and for the first time in ages, Adrian wasn’t preoccupied with imagining potential dangers or escape routes.He was just... there.But her words kept replaying in his mind.“I don’t remember the last time I felt safe.”It didn’t sound like a statement; it felt more like a secret confession. One she may not have intended to share, but it stuck with him.And it complicated everything.Because if she was starting to feel secure, it meant that trust was blossoming. Maybe even the beginnings of something deeper.But Adrian had secrets.Secrets that could shatter that delicate calm.He subtly shifted, causing Amelia to stir slightly and mumble something he didn’t quite catch. Perhaps it wasn’t meant for him anyway.With care, he grabbed a throw

POV: Adrian---The rain had cleared up by morning, but the tension still lingered. Adrian leaned against the window, watching water drip from the eaves in a steady rhythm. The kitchen was quiet, Amelia was upstairs with Nora, probably trying to act like last night’s events hadn’t rocked her world. He didn’t hold it against her. She was barely hanging on. But Adrian had to keep it together. Now wasn’t the time to fall apart. He grabbed his keys from the hook by the door. “I’ll be back in a bit!” he called out, just loud enough for Amelia to hear, but not loud enough to wake Nora.No reply. Not that he was expecting one. ---The city felt a bit chillier than usual, or maybe it was just him. Adrian pulled his hood lower and kept his gaze down as he made his way into the back of an auto garage on the south side. The guy he was meeting was already there, arms crossed, covered in grease and attitude. “Didn’t think I’d see you again,” the guy said, flicking his cigarette onto the co

Adrian’s POV She stood up and walked to the door, telling me to follow. "You said he was looking for security measures, right? He doesn't know you were trained by the best. He thinks that he's playing against a bodyguard, but you’re so much more than that. You’re family and you are fighting for the family. But that's not all, you have to look where he isn't. You have to anticipate his next move even before he makes it".She led me to a small, unassuming office at the back of her house. It was a mess of papers, books, and old computer parts. I’d never seen it before. "Your father never stopped looking out for you, even when you left him ", she said, pointing to a small black case on a cluttered desk. "He asked me to hold on to this in case you ever needed it. He said he hoped you never would ".I opened the case, my hands trembling. The inside of the case was nestled in a velvet lining, with a flash drive. A small, elegant-looking device that looked like something out of a spy movi

Adrian’s POV ​I felt the same way like a man living in a smoke, stuck between two worlds. The one where I was a bodyguard protecting Amelia and the one where I was the only person who knew the truth about the murder that took her family from her. I had to tell her because I couldn't keep this secret anymore. But every time I looked at her, I saw the haunted look in her eyes and I choked on the words but she was barely holding on. What would the truth do to her? Would it ruin her completely or would it finally set her free? The first sign of trouble popped up in a text message on her old phone, the one she had left at the office which was with me, a ghost of her past life. The message was from a number I didn't recognize but the content was really familiar. “Amelia, a close friend of mine, told me you were hurt. I'm so sorry about that. I'm back in the city if you ever want to talk. We can pick it up from where we left off. – B”I didn't need to ask or think twice. It was Brandon, h

The quietness of the safe house was suffocating. It had been like this for hours, ever since I had left her alone with the sharp knife words of my own lies and the memories of her toxic ex. I had to do something. I had to make the call. I had to tell the truth. But first, I needed to gather my rangers. I drove out of the city, my mind was filled with fragmented thoughts. The flash drive was a ticking time bomb in my pocket. The names and the faces of her family's past, the connections to my own, and the truth about the plane crash, it was a devastating cocktail. I had to tell her everything but I couldn't risk it until I had a plan. Her fractured family was the key to the whole case. She might not trust them, but they were the only ones who could stand a chance against Branwyn Hayes's deep-rooted influence.I pulled over to a deserted gas station and took out my burner phone which Martha had given me. I dialed the first name on the list, it was a number from a contact in my father's o