The Enemy Took His Wife And Baby. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

A week later. The Grand Elysian Hotel glittered with wealth and vanity. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light across sharp tuxedos and glinting jewelry. It smelled like wealthy aged wine, fresh-cut roses, and old money.Zane didn’t belong here, and he knew it.He stood alone near the marble bar, a glass of scotch in hand, untouched. His tux fit like a second skin, but he looked out of place. Tense. Watchful. He hated crowds. He hated pretense. But tonight, he had a reason to show up.Roman VelezThe man entered the ballroom like it belonged to him. All confidence, all calculated charm. He moved through the room like a prince among diplomats handshakes, nods, forced laughter. On his arm, Tatiana: striking in a crimson dress, fake-smiling at the photographers posted near the velvet ropes. Her fingers clung too tightly to Roman’s sleeve. Her eyes flicked to Zane.She whispered something into Roman’s ear.That’s when Roman saw him.Their eyes locked across the ballroom.The air turned el

It was a Friday, that meant back to back activities and a day filled with meetings, spreadsheets and papers all over his table regarding projects and how fast it could be approved. Zane sat at his table, checking every transaction and making sure there weren't any missing payouts. This wasn't what he did every Friday, no. Instead he would have been golfing with the club members, racking in money. He was a regular gambler, he loved how much he was recognized as one of the best spenders. But today was different. Last night changed everything, he kissed Alessia last night. And she kisses him back. This wasn't just about marrying her to get his hands on Roman and ruin his life in different shades, no - this was more than that. This was about Alessia and this was about him, this was about the love that was blooming, about the little hugs and the gentle sneaky moments where the world stops, the moments when the spotlight shines on them and nothing else matters. Zane didn't

Zane barely slept. He stood in his office, back to the window, staring down at the marble floor like it might answer him. His fists clenched at his sides. He wasn’t sorry for leaking the email—but he hated the way she’d looked at him after. Like he was just another man trying to control her.He wasn’t. God, he wasn’t. He was just trying to help, the home office was where he could stay without her eyes and her thoughts. The staff had resumed immediately the news leaked, Chase coordinated while Zane settled. The message Roman sent…“I am coming for my wife, dead or alive.” It was calculated. Vile. A quiet war about to explode. Zane didn’t believe in waiting to be struck first. Not when it came to Alessia.He exhaled hard, jaw tight. When Chase appeared in the doorway, tense and pale, Zane didn’t look up.“Roman’s at the gate.”Zane’s head snapped up. “Now?”“He’s not on the list, but... Alessia said to let him in.”Zane was already moving, grabbing his phone and sliding it into his

Alessia felt empty, her shoulders slumped. Her eyes had bags. The house around her felt less like a sanctuary and more like a battlefield. Every whispered rumor, every leaked story, every sideways glance carried the weight of the war she never wanted to fight.She stopped and turned to face Zane. His eyes were steady, as always controlled, like a man who built walls around his heart to keep the world out. But tonight, there was something else there. Exhaustion? Sadness? A flicker of doubt?“This isn’t your fight,” she said quietly, voice barely above the steady tick of the grandfather clock. “You can walk away. You don’t have to burn yourself down for me.”Zane’s gaze sharpened. “Don’t insult me like that.”Alessia swallowed hard, the lump rising in her throat heavier than usual. “I’m serious.”He stepped closer, voice low. “I don’t get to walk away from you.”She looked down, biting her lip. “I’m not the prize here. I’m the war.”“And I’m the soldier,” he said simply.The room was

The next day. “I am being watched.” Zane muttered as he walked around his office. He cleared his throat and sat behind the large oak desk, reviewing contracts when an envelope slid silently under the door.He didn’t look up. Without hesitation, he reached down and picked it up. The envelope was heavy, unmarked, with no return address.With precise fingers, he tore it open and pulled out a stack of photos. The images were dark and grainy: a man lying face down in a rain-slicked alley, clothes soaked in blood. On the back of one photo, scrawled in rough handwriting, was a single word: Belgrave.Zane’s face tightened, but he didn’t flinch. The name Belgrave stirred memories he had buried deep memories he never intended to share with Alessia. The man in those photos was no ordinary threat. He was the ghost from Zane’s past, the man Zane had been hunting for years.Alessia’s father.Except Alessia believed her father was dead. She never knew the truth that Belgrave had disappeared, pre