Semua Bab The Contract between two Alphas : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Serena’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floor of the courthouse hallway, each step a loud echo in the cavernous space. Her head pounded not just from the fatigue of the past days but from the gnawing frustration that refused to ease. She wanted to scream, to break something. Instead, she clenched her fists tightly in the pockets of her blazer.“This is bullshit,” she muttered under her breath, pacing. “Ngala’s son doesn’t deserve this… none of it.”The courthouse buzzed with the low murmur of lawyers, clerks, and plaintiffs shuffling papers and preparing for hearings. But to Serena, the noise felt like a cruel reminder of the farce the legal system had become. The weight of false accusations, the slow grind of justice, the suffocating bureaucracy it pressed down on her chest like a physical force.Her phone vibrated in her hand. She glanced at the screen and almost dropped it.“Rose.”Serena answered immediately, the sharpness in her voice betraying how frayed she already

Serena's POV Each step I took down the corridor echoed too loudly, betraying my presence. I gripped my bag tighter, feeling the folder of notes shift inside, heavy with rumors and half-truths. Marsen’s death wasn’t just a headline it was a crime waiting to be uncovered, and if anyone could unravel it, it was me.I reached Ward C, Room 14, where Nurse Helena was supposed to meet me. I paused, steadying my breath. Calm, Serena, I told myself. I wasn’t just a woman walking into a hospital; I was an attorney preparing to extract truth from a cornered witness.I knocked softly, then opened the door. Helena looked up from her tea, eyes sharp beneath fatigue. “You’re Ms. Vale?”“Yes,” I said, closing the door behind me. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. I’ll be brief.”She gestured to the chair across from her. “I only have ten minutes before I have to return to rounds.”Perfect. Limited time means I needed precision. Focus. I set my bag down, pulling out my notebook, pen po

Serena's POV Dom stood at the window, back to the room, his broad shoulders framed by the city lights that spilled through the glass like molten gold. His hands were deep in his pockets, jaw tight, and for a long, heavy moment, he didn’t speak.I sat on the chaise lounge, legs curled beneath me, legal The men who’d left an hour ago had taken nothing but their threats with them, but the air still hung heavy with the memory of their presence stale cigar smoke and danger.“They’ll keep coming,” I said finally, breaking the quiet.Dom didn’t turn. “I know.”I frowned, frustration threading through my words. “Then why aren’t you doing something about it? You should just agree. Sign whatever they want. It’s business, Dom. It’s… it’s manageable.”He finally turned, eyes narrowing, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “It’s not about the money, Serena. It’s about what they represent.”I tilted my head, the words sharp. “What, your misplaced sense of honor?” I immediately regretted it, seeing the fla

Serena’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles whitening as she eased the car into the shadow of an overpass. Dominic’s silver watch glinted faintly in the sunlight, the tracker she had slipped onto it her only lifeline. Every calculated step, every turn he took, streamed into her mind like a pulse she had to follow.She had promised herself she wouldn’t get caught, that this tailing would be precise, invisible. Yet, as the city streets blurred past, her pulse accelerated not just from adrenaline, but from the thrill of being this close to him. Dominic’s black SUV moved with unerring precision, weaving through traffic with the authority of someone who owned the streets. Serena adjusted her position, maintaining the perfect distance not too close to alert him, not too far to lose him. Her mind raced through scenarios: his route, possible ambush points, and contingencies if someone tried to intercept him. Delivery trucks rumbled past, pedestrians hustled along sidewalk

Dominic stood in the corner of the private surveillance room, eyes narrowing at the screens in front of him. The shipment. His men. Every perimeter secured. Every angle accounted for. And yet…Something had slipped.He replayed the video feeds again, slow, frame by frame, every crate, every guard, every movement. Nothing seemed out of place until the tiniest details emerged. A shadow that didn’t match the men on patrol. A second of hesitation from a guard that shouldn’t have existed. A faint reflection in the glass, gone when he blinked.His jaw tightened.“Dante,” he barked, not taking his eyes off the screens. “Pull the patrol logs. Every man assigned to that warehouse. Cross-reference with the footage.”Dante stepped closer, expression tight. “Already on it, sir. But… if someone got in without leaving a trace, you’re not going to find them on paper.”Dominic’s silver eyes flicked to him. “Then we’ll find them elsewhere.” He gestured toward the city map projected on the wall, all th