Semua Bab When Love Crosses the Line: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Amara excused herself from the crowded ballroom, her polite smile slipping the moment she passed through the French doors onto the terrace. The night air was cool against her flushed cheeks, the faint scent of roses drifting from the manicured gardens below. She inhaled deeply, letting the darkness calm her nerves. Inside, laughter and music still swirled in a golden haze, but out here the world was mercifully still.She needed space.Every moment in that room with Adrian had felt like standing at the edge of a precipice, one wrong step and she’d tumble into the same dangerous orbit she’d barely escaped. His whispered confession still echoed in her chest: I can’t let you go.Her hands tightened against the stone railing as though the marble itself might anchor her. But her heart was a storm, and no anchor seemed strong enough.“I see Sinclair hasn’t changed.”The voice slithered from the shadows, smooth and unfamiliar. Amara startled, spinning toward the far edge of the terrace where

“What are you doing out here?” Adrian’s voice was sharp, directed at Damian more than Amara.“Catching up,” Damian replied smoothly, his tone silk over steel, unfazed by the fury radiating off Adrian. He leaned casually against the terrace railing as though this confrontation were nothing more than a pleasant diversion. “Your taste hasn’t changed, Sinclair. Still drawn to fire you can’t control.”The words hung between them like smoke.The tension was palpable, thick enough to choke. Amara’s gaze darted between the two men, her pulse thundering in her ears. She didn’t understand what was happening, not fully, but instinct screamed that this wasn’t just a petty rivalry. There was history here. History with sharp edges and scars that hadn’t healed.“Stay away from her,” Adrian growled, his steps deliberate as he closed the space between them. His presence was lethal, a storm barely contained, his control fraying at the edges.Damian’s smirk deepened. “Why? Afraid she’ll learn the truth

Lucas leaned against the polished oak desk, his arms crossed, watching Adrian with a mixture of frustration and reluctant concern. The morning light poured in through the tall glass windows of Sinclair Tower, glinting off the steel skyline of London. But despite the breathtaking view, the atmosphere in the office was stifling, charged with unspoken truths.“Damian’s back,” Adrian repeated quietly, almost to himself, his hand tightening around the edge of the desk. He looked exhausted, his tie slightly loosened, dark shadows underlining his eyes as though sleep had refused him again.Lucas swore under his breath, pacing the length of the office like a caged animal. “Do you have any idea what that means? If Damian has made his presence known to Amara, if he’s already circling, then it’s only a matter of time before he makes his move.”Adrian’s jaw flexed. He hated the truth in Lucas’s words. “He won’t touch her.”Lucas stopped pacing, his gaze narrowing sharply. “And how do you plan on

Adrian’s nights were no longer his own. Sleep had become an illusion, a fleeting reprieve he could no longer afford. Every time he closed his eyes, Damian’s words came back to him, sharp and poisonous, replaying in the silence of his mind. He could still see the smirk on Damian’s face, that casual confidence of a man who had nothing to lose and everything to gain by watching Adrian fall.And worse, he could see Amara on that terrace. The way Damian leaned too close, the way her body stiffened in unease, the way her wide eyes darted between them as if caught in the center of a storm she didn’t understand. He had felt her pulse hammering when she’d slipped her hand into his, felt the unspoken questions she didn’t voice because she had wanted to trust him. But now? That trust was crumbling, brick by brick.Adrian’s hand tightened around the tumbler of whiskey on his desk, his knuckles blanching white. The amber liquid caught the faint glow of London’s night skyline, distorted by the thic

The Silence Between UsAmara sat on the window ledge, staring out at the rain streaking down the glass. The world outside blurred into shades of grey, a mirror of the uncertainty in her heart. Liam had left that morning without saying much, his silence heavier than any argument they’d ever had.She touched the edge of the windowpane, remembering the warmth of his hands just days ago. But now there was distance. A fragile silence that spoke of love tested, of decisions waiting to be made. She wondered if he felt the same ache that clawed at her chest, or if his silence was his answer.The clock on the wall ticked louder with every second, each sound a reminder of how little time they seemed to have left to mend what was breaking. She pressed her forehead against the glass, closing her eyes as the coolness seeped into her skin.Her mind raced with memories, late-night conversations filled with laughter, whispered promises under the sheets, the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at