Semua Bab Sinful Arrangement: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Amelia’s heels clicked softly against the marble as she adjusted the collar of her blouse and reached for her work bag. She didn’t say a word. Frederick leaned against the archway, arms crossed, still in his black T-shirt and grey slacks. A mug of untouched coffee sat cold in his hand, but his eyes never left her.“You look nice,” he said.She didn’t respond.He cleared his throat. “Luke’s driving you today.”Her lips tightened slightly before she nodded. “Thank you.”Frederick opened his mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to say something, anything that could dissolve the wall between them but Amelia was already walking past him, her perfume lingering in the hallway after she’d gone.The front door clicked shut.He stared at it a second too long.****At Blackwell Empire, the morning was humming with low chatter and purposeful footsteps. Frederick stood behind his desk, scrolling through security reports and internal communications. He flagged anything that looked even slightly off. Ti

The morning sunlight did little to ease the growing weight in Frederick’s chest. He stood at the window of his office, hands buried in his pockets, eyes scanning the skyline as if answers might crawl out from the horizon. Behind him, Luke entered silently, holding a metal case. The sound of the latch popping open made Frederick turn.“They just delivered it,” Luke said. “From the hospital.”Frederick walked over, his eyes dropping to the small black device nestled in foam. Sleek, polished, no bigger than his thumb. The tracker that had been inside him for weeks, maybe months. The reason someone knew every step he made, every move before he made it.“They’re calling it military grade,” Luke continued. “Encrypted. No signal unless pinged from a dedicated server. This wasn’t made by some two-bit mercenary. Whoever planted this knew exactly what they were doing.”Frederick stared at it in silence. His mind replayed the crash, the surveillance gaps, the moments when he'd felt watched but c

The rain hadn’t stopped for hours. It drummed steadily against the windows of Blackwell Penthouse like an uninvited guest. Frederick sat in the dim light of his study, the glow of amber whiskey swirling in his glass as he stared through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a storm raging inside him even more violently than the one outside. His shoulder still ached from the crash. The bruises had faded, but something inside him hadn’t fully healed. The silence of the room pressed against him until Luke walked in, closing the door behind him. He held a thin manila folder in one hand and a steel-tight look in the other. "You were right," Luke said simply, stepping forward. "It wasn’t random." Frederick turned his head slightly. "Which part? The crash or the letter?" "Both." Luke laid the folder on the desk and flipped it open. Inside were photos, documents, and printed emails. "Amelia received this the same period your brakes gave out. Anonymous. No return address. Whoever sent this knows

Flashback: One day to the wedding.The air in the room was heavy with the odor of sweat, blood, and fear. There were no windows or clocks visible. Only the faint hum of a fluorescent light and the relentless drip of water from somewhere behind the concrete wall broke the silence. The man seated in the chair no longer bothered to raise his head. He breathed shallowly, and the pain felt numb, as if his body had surrendered before his determination had.Frederick stood facing him, coat removed, sleeves rolled up, his knuckles stained with blood. His voice was low and unnervingly calm."Where's the contract? Who sent you to retrieve it?"The man didn't react; he simply stared at the ground, his lips swollen, one eye completely closed.Luke leaned against the corner, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. "You've had plenty of time. This is your final opportunity."Yet, there was still no response.Frederick advanced a step. "You almost revealed everything. My wife. My company. My fu

Rainclouds still hovered low in the afternoon sky when Frederick stepped out of the car in front of Hart Wellness Clinic. His security detail didn’t trail him this time. He'd insisted on going alone. It wasn’t just about protocol today, or investments, or monitoring. It was about the ache he couldn’t name, the way Amelia's absence clawed at him in the silence of the house. He needed to see her. He wouldn’t say that out loud-not to Luke, not even to himself. So, he wore his suit like armor, walked like a man in control, and told himself it was business. Inside, the clinic buzzed with low energy. Nurses shuffled about, patients waited in silence, and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender- a scent Amelia insisted on diffusing in every hallway. His eyes found her before his breath could catch up. Amelia stood at the far end of the corridor, clad in light blue scrubs, a stethoscope draped around her neck, her hair pulled back in a functional bun. She hadn’t seen him yet. She