All Chapters of Sinful Arrangement: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The day started too calmly for what was about to erupt.Amelia kept her focus trained on the digital chart in front of her, scribbling short notes onto her tablet as she moved between patients. The white coat felt heavier today, like it was holding the weight of the entire city’s judgment. She had managed to avoid the news for most of the morning, until one of the nurses showed her the headline during a coffee break.**FREDERICK BLACKWELL ACCUSED OF FATHERING CHILD WITH FORMER LOVER. WHO IS HIS MYSTERY WIFE?**The article was brutal. The photo, even worse with Frederick at a press event, cold and calculating, with an inset photo of a woman Amelia had never seen before, smiling and clutching her baby bump like a trophy. Underneath was a single quote: *"He left me for her. I hope she's ready for what she's gotten into."Jane had stormed into the staff break room moments later, her phone clenched in her hand, hair half up in a hurried ponytail. "You're not going to hide from this, M. If

The boardroom of Blackwell Empire was cloaked in tense silence, the kind that hummed beneath the surface like static before a lightning strike. Frederick sat at the head of the long obsidian table, hands clasped together, expression carved from stone. Amelia wasn’t here. She didn’t know yet. But he did. The clinic’s funding had been suspended. Luke stood by the window, arms crossed. Several board members exchanged polite, uncertain glances, waiting for Frederick to begin. Finally, he rose slowly from his seat, the scrape of his chair drawing all eyes. "Before we begin today’s agenda, I’d like to address a decision that was made without my approval or knowledge," he said, voice cool, but sharp enough to cut glass. "Amelia Hart’s clinic funding was revoked by the finance arm yesterday afternoon." A murmur spread across the room. "That clinic wasn’t just a PR initiative or a pet project. It was a lifeline to thousands of people in the community. And more importantly, it was part of

PRESENT DAYThe morning sun broke gently through the thick curtains of the Blackwell penthouse, but there was nothing gentle about the storm brewing in Frederick’s mind. He hadn't slept. Not really. Not since the night Amelia had walked out of his office without looking back. He’d replayed the moment in a thousand different ways, remembering her face, stiff and unreadable, her body tense with betrayal. The silence she left in her wake had festered into something sharp. And now, she was gone.Luke stood near the windows, scrolling through his phone with the kind of measured calm Frederick envied. “Still nothing,” he said, breaking the heavy silence. “She’s not at Jane’s anymore. They say she hasn’t been seen at the clinic either.”Frederick rubbed a hand over his jaw. “She’s doing this on purpose.”“Maybe. Or maybe someone got to her first.”Those words hit harder than Frederick cared to admit. The threats. The crash. The tracker. The flash drive. The surveillance footage. All of it ha

Amelia never heard the car. The soft hum of the engine was drowned out by the gentle hiss of rain against the rooftop. Inside the cottage, she'd just boiled water for tea, her fingers wrapped around the chipped handle of the old mug Frederick had insisted on sending with her belongings which turned out to be one of the few signs he still cared, even after everything. Her back was to the door, slippers padding softly on the floorboards as she moved around the small kitchen, unaware that just feet away, someone had killed the engine, stepped out, and crept toward her safe house like a shadow.The figure moved with calculated precision, dressed in dark layers, gloved hands steady, ear tuned to every creak of the wood. In the crook of one arm, a phone lit the gloom. “She’s here. Alone,” he murmured into it, voice low, emotionless. No names. No commands. Just confirmation. Then silence.The lock twisted quietly. Not loud enough to echo. Not loud enough to alert her. The front door creaked

The lights in the strategy room burned low. Frederick stood over a spread of documents, eyes scanning every inch like a predator watching his prey. Luke was beside him, flipping through security reports and encrypted communications. Since Amelia disappeared, Frederick hadn’t slept more than a few hours in total. Rage curled beneath his skin, silent but ever-burning. He was a man on the edge, one step from letting the monster inside him loose. Jane had barged in that morning. Her face pale, eyes wide. She hadn’t been able to reach Amelia since the day before. Even the burner phone was off. The part of him he'd struggled to bury was coming back alive and she was the one bringing out this part of him. “She’s not at her clinic. She’s not picking my calls,” Jane had said, breathless. “I think something’s happened.” Frederick hadn’t said a word. He’d simply nodded once and turned to Luke. “Bring him up.” Down in the office basement, the man they’d held since the contract theft sat str