Semua Bab When Love Crosses the Line: Bab 251 - Bab 260

The dining hall glowed with soft amber light, chandeliers spilling warmth across the marble floors. Polished silver gleamed on linen-covered tables, and laughter rose in elegant ripples around the room. The dinner was private but lavish, filled with influential faces Liam knew well, partners, clients, associates who thrived on appearances. To them, he and Amara were the picture of sophistication: a powerful man and his stunning partner, a couple whose very presence commanded admiration.Amara wore a gown of deep emerald satin that caught the light every time she moved, her hair swept back to reveal the graceful curve of her neck. To everyone else, she was radiant. But Liam, watching her from across the table, saw the tension in her shoulders, the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.The string quartet in the corner began to play, their bows gliding across violins with practiced ease. The melody was sweet, lilting, meant to draw couples onto the dance floor. A ripple of expectati

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. Paris at night was supposed to be alive with laughter, music, and clinking glasses, but within the four walls of their suite, the air felt heavy, suffocating. Amara sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, as though holding herself together was the only way to stop the pieces from scattering across the floor. Liam stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the moonlight, shoulders tense, jaw set.He had been pacing earlier, restless and brooding, as though the storm inside him refused to settle. Now he was still, but his stillness carried weight, like a man about to plunge into waters too deep for comfort. Finally, he turned, his voice breaking through the silence.“I never wanted to hurt you.”The words fell into the space between them, fragile and trembling, as though afraid to land.Amara’s breath caught. For a moment, she wanted to believe him. She wanted those words to patch the wounds c

The morning sun filtered softly through the pale curtains, scattering golden patterns across the bedroom walls. Amara stirred beneath the sheets, her eyes opening slowly, adjusting to the light. For once, she hadn’t woken to the tension of silence or the ache of a restless night. There was something different in the air, a warmth, a gentleness she hadn’t felt in weeks.The scent reached her first. Toasted bread. Freshly brewed coffee. A faint trace of vanilla, probably from the yogurt she used to love but hadn’t touched in months. She blinked, lifting her head slightly, and her eyes landed on the small tray placed carefully at the edge of the bed.It wasn’t elaborate. No silver domes or gourmet plates like the old days when Liam had tried to buy back her smile with extravagance. Instead, it was simple. Scrambled eggs, a slice of buttered toast, and a bowl of cut fruit arranged clumsily but with effort. And a mug of coffee, just the way she liked it, two sugars, no cream.Amara’s lips

The night air was heavy with the scent of rain that had yet to fall. Clouds hovered low, blotting out the stars, leaving the sky a restless canvas of shifting grays. Amara padded barefoot across the polished wooden floor, her silk robe trailing behind her like a whisper. Sleep had eluded her for hours, her mind circling the same thoughts, the same unanswered questions. It was not unusual for her to find herself restless these days, but tonight the pull was stronger, urging her toward the balcony where she had sensed Liam had gone.She found him there, as she had half-expected. The tall figure of her husband stood silhouetted against the faint glow of the city lights below. His hands gripped the balcony rail, knuckles pale, body rigid as though bracing himself against an invisible storm. The wind tugged at his hair, but he didn’t move, didn’t even seem to notice.“Liam?” she called softly.His shoulders tensed, just slightly, as though her voice had reached through layers of thought he

The morning began not with sunlight, but with headlines.Amara woke to the vibration of her phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. She reached for it groggily, expecting another social notification, perhaps a reminder from her calendar. Instead, bold letters screamed across the screen from multiple news outlets:“Adeyemi Holdings in Crisis—Confidential Leak Exposes Empire’s Secrets.”Her breath caught.She sat upright, heart pounding, scanning line after line. Words like sabotage, breach, and scandal leapt out at her, twisting her stomach into knots. The articles speculated about internal betrayal, about sensitive financial dealings and acquisitions now splashed across the media for rivals to feast on. It wasn’t just a story; it was a wound, raw and bleeding, for the entire world to see.By the time she turned toward Liam, he was already awake, fully dressed, fastening his cufflinks with deliberate calm. But that calm was only surface-deep. She saw it in the tightness of his jaw