Semua Bab When Love Crosses the Line: Bab 241 - Bab 250

The morning did not bring peace.Amara stirred awake to the sharp bite of emptiness beside her. The sheets were cool where Liam’s warmth should have lingered. Her heart, already heavy from the night before, sank deeper into the pit of uncertainty. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, but there were no messages, no missed calls, only silence.She pulled the duvet tighter around herself, but it did nothing against the chill of abandonment. The house, usually alive with Liam’s presence, even in its quietest moments, now felt haunted. The silence pressed against her like a curse, suffocating her with invisible weight.Her gaze fell on the drawer she had opened last night. The memory of the passport flashed before her, Paris stamped repeatedly, each entry a silent accusation. Liam had deliberately kept it hidden, and the thought that he had intentionally withheld part of his life left her stomach in knots. And then his words, sharp and distant in her memory: “Then you already know

Paris sparkled beneath the night sky like a jeweled crown, but Amara saw none of its beauty.The Eiffel Tower rose in the distance, gilded with lights that shimmered against the inky canvas, but the city’s romance and allure slid past her unheeded. Her gaze remained fixed on the cobblestones beneath her feet, each step echoing like a drumbeat of betrayal. To walk these streets with Darren instead of Liam felt wrong, so wrong, but the air itself seemed to push her forward, heavy with secrets waiting to be unraveled.Darren walked half a step ahead of her, his stride purposeful, his posture unyielding. He knew exactly where he was going, while she moved like a woman caught between dreams and nightmares. The hum of Parisian nightlife wrapped around them, laughter spilling from cafés, the low hum of passing scooters, the faint notes of an accordion in the distance, but Amara felt no warmth in it. The city of love had become a city of illusions.They turned down a narrow lane lined with iv

Elena’s face went thin and sharp as a paper cut. The soft pity she’d worn a moment before peeled away, exposing something colder. She folded her hands, as if to keep them from shaking, and when she spoke, the words fell like small slabs of ice.“The truth is this,” she said. “Liam’s dealings in Paris weren’t about business. They were about me.”Amara’s blood stuttered. The room, its candles, its older furniture, the faint curl of incense, seemed to tilt toward the confession, eavesdropping alongside her. Darren’s expression had shifted from triumph to near-rapt attention; Elena, for all her calm, looked as if she’d swallowed a bitter pill and was forcing herself not to choke.“He promised your father he’d keep me hidden,” Elena continued, eyes never leaving Amara’s. “To protect your family’s image. He swore to be the man who would carry my existence like a wound under a coat, never to show it in public. He has been living a double life to honour that promise.”Amara felt the room cave

Liam hovered in the dimly lit room, his frame outlined by the faint glow of the city lights streaming in through the tall windows. He looked restless, almost haunted, pacing in short, uneven strides that betrayed the storm inside him. Every muscle in his body seemed taut, pulled between the urge to move closer to Amara and the weight of the silence that anchored him in place.He wanted to speak. He wanted to let the words tumble out in the desperate, imperfect form they lived in his chest. He wanted to say I’m sorry. To take back the harshness of every word spoken in anger, every moment where his pride had built walls instead of bridges. But his lips refused to move. His pride, his ever-faithful shield, and his greatest flaw- held him hostage. Fear gripped him too: fear that an apology might be too little, too late.On the other side of the room, Amara stood near the window, her figure graceful and still, though inside she was anything but calm. The golden streetlights painted soft li

That night, Amara sat alone at her desk, the room dim except for the flickering glow of a small lamp that cast soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the city hummed in its endless rhythm, but in here, silence pressed against her skin, heavy and suffocating. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the pen poised above a crisp sheet of paper. She hadn’t written a letter in years, not since she was a girl pouring secrets into her journal, but tonight, she needed something more than silence.Her heart ached with unspoken words, and for once, she couldn’t keep them bottled inside.She began to write. Slowly at first, her handwriting careful, almost hesitant, as though she feared the truth that might spill onto the page.Dear Liam…She paused, staring at the two words. His name, even in ink, felt intimate, like touching a bruise that had never healed. Her throat tightened, and for a moment, she thought about stopping, about tearing the page into shreds and pretending this impulse had ne