Lahat ng Kabanata ng What the Heart didn't Know: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

​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

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

​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: AdrianThe line went dead with a final, chilling click. The panic and fear seized me immediately unlike any fear I had ever known. I didn't need Amelia to finish her sentence before the power outage and the sharp rap on her door confirmed that Lyra had set the trap, and I had just given the predator my location. “Martha, I need you to check every hotel existing in the city and every anonymous room within a five-mile radius of the last ping,” I barked into the phone and slammed my fist against the wall. “Now! Tell them to look for a broken-in door and a dark sedan.”“Slow down and calm your nerves, Adrian! Who did you talk to?” Martha demanded.“I talked to Amelia. She is alone. She just found out about the financial scandal and Lyra just sent her welcoming committee.”I didn't wait for Martha to reply as I rushed to grab my keys and stormed out of the safehouse. I knew I couldn't reach Amelia in time and the drive alone would take too long. Immediately, my strategy shifted. I ha

Adrian POV The air in the courtroom was suffocatingly heavy. I sat beside Julius Anderson, the polished lawyer Martha had contacted, staring across the aisle at the smug faces of Gray Thompson and his legal team. The judge, tight-lipped and weary, called the session to order.Amelia’s chair was empty.I knew why she wasn't here. She was fighting a more immediate, corporate battle at the Vermonte Tower to stop Lyra from selling the company's assets, a desperate, solo move that could either save our legacy or land her in jail. Her absence, however, was a devastating blow to our custody case."Mr. Cole," Julius whispered, his voice sharp. "Her absence validates every claim Gray has made about her prioritizing work over the child.""She knows the risks," I muttered, my eyes fixed on the empty chair, imagining the danger she was in. Lucia is the prize.Gray's lawyer, a cold woman named Davis, began the attack, addressing the judge directly. "Your Honor, the plaintiff's blatant disregard f