Semua Bab When Love Crosses the Line: Bab 261 - Bab 270

The storm finally broke.Liam had carried suspicion in his chest like a stone, heavy and immovable, for days. Every meeting, every call, every whispered headline had pointed in the same direction, toward Darren Okafor. The man had always lingered like a shadow in Amara’s life, the ghost of a first love, but Liam had never imagined that shadow might darken his empire as well. Yet the evidence, though circumstantial, was undeniable: Darren’s firm had profited from the leaked information, his associates were linked to transactions that undercut Adeyemi Holdings, and whispers across London’s financial circles all echoed the same warning: Darren’s hands are not clean.Unable to contain the torment any longer, Liam strode into the heart of the city and up to the glass tower that bore Darren’s company’s name. The building was everything Darren projected: sleek, modern, polished to intimidation. But Liam wasn’t impressed. He carried with him the fury of a man whose empire had been violated an

The conference room at Adeyemi Global Holdings was cloaked in silence. The air conditioner hummed steadily above, but no one in the room moved. Every eye was fixed on Liam. His face was an unreadable mask, carved in stone, but Amara, seated quietly in the far corner, could see the tension threading through his body. His hand drummed once against the mahogany table before he clasped it tightly, forcing himself into stillness.For days, rumors had swirled. Financial data leaked. Rivals are making bold moves they should not have known about. Investors are withdrawing in sudden waves, as though guided by an unseen hand. Liam had suspected Darren, of course, his oldest rival, his shadow from Amara’s past. Darren had the motive and the means. But suspicion had not been enough. Liam needed proof, and what he found had cut deeper than any betrayal Darren could have orchestrated.Today, the truth would come to light.He rose slowly, deliberately, commanding attention without a word. When his e

The night wrapped itself around the Collins estate with a heaviness that felt alive, pressing down on every corner of the house. In the city beyond, scandal still burned like wildfire, headlines twisting, speculations multiplying, vultures circling. Betrayal had never been just a matter of business; in Liam’s world, it seeped into everything, especially into the fragile threads of trust binding hearts together.Amara lay curled against him, her head resting on his chest, listening to the uneven rhythm of his heartbeat. Each thud sounded louder than the last, a drum of tension and exhaustion. He held her, but she could feel the distance in his grip, the way his fingers twitched against her arm, restless, as if even in the safety of her embrace, his mind refused to surrender to peace.“This is our forever, Liam,” she whispered into the dark, her voice barely above a breath. “Not theirs. Not the world’s. Ours.”His response came not with words at first, but with the slow press of his lip

The boardroom, once a place of calculated strategies and confident voices, had transformed into a hive of whispers and sidelong glances. The polished mahogany table reflected the overhead lights, but even its sheen could not hide the fractures spreading across the room. The executives’ hushed conversations carried an unmistakable weight, doubt, suspicion, and hesitation.Amara stood at the center of it, her back straight, her chin lifted. But inside, her pulse pounded so violently she could hear it echo in her ears. She had walked into this meeting braced for a fight, but she hadn’t expected the silence of betrayal to sting more than Darren’s venomous words.Darren sat at the far end of the table, his posture deceptively relaxed. He leaned back in his chair with one ankle crossed casually over the other, exuding smug composure. His fingers drummed against the armrest, each tap like a gavel declaring judgment. He didn’t need to say much; his poisonous charm and carefully woven lies wer

The silence after Darren’s suspension lingered like smoke after a fire, thick, suffocating, and difficult to breathe through. The boardroom that had once echoed with authority now trembled under the weight of what had just unfolded. Liam had turned the tide with unshakable proof, the once-loyal executives scrambling to distance themselves from Darren’s rot.But Darren wasn’t finished.As he gathered his documents with shaky hands, his eyes burned with venom. He could feel the power slipping through his fingers, the empire he had fought to infiltrate crumbling beneath him. His carefully built facade was collapsing, but Darren Okafor had never been the type to bow out quietly.And when his gaze fell on Amara, seated tall beside Liam, his lips twisted into a sneer.“Of course,” he said, his voice dripping with scorn, “this all makes sense now. The perfect little wife, always sitting pretty at his side. Pulling strings behind closed doors, whispering into Liam’s ear, convincing him to see