Semua Bab Whisked Away : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The letter crumpled slightly under Amara’s trembling hands. She read it again, her heart hammering louder with every word:Your husband’s lies began long before you. Geneva is only the start. Meet me, and I’ll show you everything.No signature. No instructions, just the promise of more. It was maddening, deliberate, a seed planted to make her question every corner of her life with Luca.She sat at the marble kitchen counter, staring at the note as though it could come alive and explain itself. A thousand thoughts spiraled: Who sent it? Elara? Mara? Ethan himself? Or someone else entirely?Her phone buzzed. A notification lit the screen.Breaking News:Global Faces Fresh Allegations Linked to Swiss AccountsHer stomach dropped. Clicking the headline, she found a glossy image of her and Luca at their wedding, the caption cruelly reworked: The fairytale bride and the man hiding monsters behind a smile.Amara’s breath caught. The article was filled with insinuations, whispers of Luca fundi

The flash drive sat between them on the glass coffee table like a venomous creature, small but coiled with power. Its presence changed the air in the penthouse, thickened it, made every breath heavier.Amara wrapped her arms around herself, staring at it as though it might spring to life. “What if it’s a trap?” she asked quietly. “What if Ethan put something on it just to draw us in?”Mara shook her head firmly, though her voice trembled. “Elara risked too much for this. She… she wasn’t the kind to bluff.”Luca hadn’t moved. He was still crouched in front of the coffee table, his broad shoulders tense, his eyes fixed on the little piece of metal as though it could either save or damn them. “If we plug it in,” he said slowly, “Ethan will know. No matter how careful we are, he’ll have built breadcrumbs. Monitoring. Signals. He’ll feel the moment it breathes.”“And if we don’t?” Amara whispered.Silence stretched.Mara’s laugh came sharp, brittle. “If you don’t, then everything he’s been

The envelope sat there like a coiled serpent, its edges too sharp, its presence too loud. No one reached for it at first. Even the air around it seemed heavier, charged with the weight of something they couldn’t unsee once revealed.Luca was the first to move. He picked it up with the same deliberate caution he might’ve used on an explosive device. His eyes narrowed, jaw tightening as though bracing for a detonation.He slid his thumb beneath the seal.Mara flinched. “Don’t”But it was too late.The envelope opened with a soft rip. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded into precise thirds. Black ink scrawled across white, Ethan’s handwriting unmistakable, smooth, elegant, every curve of the letters deliberate.Luca read aloud, voice flat, controlled:“You’re making a mistake, Luca. You’ve convinced yourself you can play savior, but heroes don’t exist in this story. You’ll learn that soon enough. I don’t need to touch you to make you bleed. All I need is patience.”A chill slid th

The room was too quiet after Luca snapped the laptop shut.Amara sat frozen, her eyes unfocused, as though she were staring at something only she could see. Mara reached for her, then hesitated, unsure if her touch would soothe or shatter her further.“Amara,” Luca said gently, crouching in front of her. His large hands covered hers, grounding, steady. “Look at me. Don’t let his voice drown out what’s real.”But when she finally looked at him, her eyes were glassy, red at the rims. “What if it is real?”Luca shook his head immediately. “It doesn’t matter if he spliced it, staged it, or twisted it. What matters is that he wanted you to hear it this way. That’s the trap.”She pulled her hands free, pressing them against her temples. “You don’t understand. My mother… she never said things like that. She was careful, almost too careful, about how she spoke of me. For her to say ” Her voice cracked. “For her to doubt me like that, even in private…”Her words dissolved into silence, swallow

Luca knew Amara was hiding.He had stood outside her door for nearly ten minutes after she told him she needed time, his hand pressed against the carved wood, fighting the urge to break it open. But he didn’t. Not because he wanted to respect her wishes, respect was a luxury now, but because he feared that if he pushed too hard, she would retreat deeper into herself.And he couldn’t lose her. Not like this.Downstairs, the mansion buzzed with quiet activity, security updates, advisors murmuring about media coverage, the constant rhythm of phones. Yet every sound grated against him. The house felt less like a home and more like a fortress under siege.He poured himself a glass of whiskey he didn’t drink, staring into the amber liquid as though it might give him answers.She’s slipping away from me.Amara, meanwhile, drifted in a half-sleep where shadows bled into memory.She was eight again, sitting at the kitchen table while her mother hummed softly, stirring a pot of stew. The smell