All Chapters of Whisked Away : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The ballroom shimmered with elegance, but beneath the surface, conversations were shifting. The tension wasn’t obvious enough to break the party’s glittering façade, yet there were ripples subtle, growing, undeniable.Evelyn lingered near the window alcove long after her exchange with Amara. She held her champagne flute, but barely sipped. Her mind was turning, sifting through fragments of memory, trying to piece together why the stranger’s face scratched at her recollection like an itch she couldn’t quite reach.It wasn’t until she glanced across the room and caught Isabella studying her that Evelyn’s lips curved into a polite, practiced smile. Isabella, unflinching, returned the smile before gliding toward her.“Beautiful evening, isn’t it?” Isabella said, her tone smooth as silk.“Depends who you ask,” Evelyn replied, letting her gaze sweep across the crowd. “Some look like they’re enjoying themselves. Others… less so.”Isabella tilted her head, intrigued. “And which category do yo

The gala shimmered with light, music, and laughter, but in one corner, cloaked in the anonymity of shadows, the stranger waited.He was patient. He always had been.He blended so seamlessly into the crowd that no one gave him a second look a waiter brushing past, a guest lingering by the windows, a quiet figure just beyond the glow of the chandeliers. But his eyes were fixed, unwavering, on Amara.The girl who had disappeared.The girl who had no right to be here, draped in elegance, beside the son of power.He almost smiled at the irony of it. Amara, the one who had run from everything, now stood in the center of a world she did not belong to. He wondered did Luca know who she really was? Did he know about the nights Amara hid in places no one dared to look, about the debts unpaid, about the promises broken?The stranger had carried her ghost for years. And now here she was, alive, thriving… pretending.His fist tightened around the glass in his hand. Pretending was dangerous. Preten

The security room was quiet except for the low hum of monitors. Rows of screens flickered with live feeds from every corner of the estate gardens, gates, corridors, rooftops. It was supposed to be impenetrable. Nothing escaped these cameras. Nothing.And yet, as Luca leaned closer, his jaw tightened. There it was. Clear as day.A shadow moving along the hedge. Pausing. Watching.At first glance, the figure could have been anyone,a delivery worker, a curious passerby. But the way they lingered, the stillness of their posture, the sharpness of their turn when Noah’s little figure appeared in view… It wasn’t random. It was deliberate. Calculated.Luca’s hands curled into fists on the desk. He replayed the footage three times, each pass confirming what his instincts had screamed the moment he saw that card on Amara’s pillow.This wasn’t a threat aimed at him.This was personal.This was about Amara.When he entered their bedroom later that night, Amara was brushing her hair, her silk robe

For a long moment, the silence between them was deafening. Only Noah’s soft breathing filled the room. Amara’s eyes darted from Luca’s piercing stare to the floor, as if the truth would burn if she looked him straight in the eye.Luca rose slowly to his full height, his presence towering, his voice low and firm.“Who, Amara?” he demanded again. “Who has come back?”Her lips parted, but the words caught in her throat. Shame, fear, and the crushing weight of secrets made her chest feel too tight to breathe. She looked at Noah, then at Luca, her heart breaking. There was no way forward except through the truth.She gathered her courage, her voice trembling but clear.“His name is Ethan,” she said at last. “Noah’s biological father.”Luca froze. The air thickened instantly, sharp and suffocating.Amara rushed to continue before he could speak, her voice spilling with desperation. “I never told you because… because I wanted to bury him. To bury everything he did to me. Luca, he was not jus

The envelope was only the beginning.In the days that followed, Ethan’s presence seeped into their lives like smoke under a locked door,unseen, but impossible to ignore.On Monday morning, Luca walked into his office to find his assistant pale and flustered. “Mr. Luca,I don’t know how it happened. These… these files just appeared in your inbox.”Luca frowned and opened his laptop. Dozens of confidential documents sat in his email. Some financial. Some personal. But at the top of the list was a digital copy of Noah’s birth certificate,one that listed no father’s name.The sender’s email address was untraceable. The message read only:It’s time to give the boy the truth.Luca deleted it instantly, but unease twisted in his gut. Ethan wasn’t guessing. He was inside.That evening, Amara picked Noah up from school. Her son ran into her arms, happy and unaware, but she froze when she saw a small folded note tucked into the side pocket of his backpack.Her hands shook as she opened it.“Your