บททั้งหมดของ FOR HER SAKE: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Amelia’s POVThe morning started the way most mornings did at the estate, too early and creepily quiet. I padded barefoot into the kitchen, my hair pulled into a messy bun, hoping a cup of tea would clear the lingering fog in my head. The kettle hummed softly as I leaned against the counter, waiting.Ruby was already there, perched on a stool with her own steaming mug. She was scrolling on her phone, one leg tucked beneath her, looking far too chipper for someone who claimed to be a night owl.“You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a cup.She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep, I thought tea might help.” she said, but the smile and glow snatching her face was saying otherwise.I smiled faintly, refusing to point it out, and poured hot water into my cup, letting the aroma of mint rise up. For a moment, it was just comfortable silence. Until I realized something, a certain someone, was missing.“Have you seen Kelvin this morning?” I asked casually, stirring my tea.Ruby glanced up with that sly

Ricardo’s Pov“You’re just going to leave?” she spat. “No explanation? No goodbye? You think I’m just going to stand there and watch you walk out like none of this meant anything?”Even though I had expected it, her words still cut deep.I forced steel into my tone. “It doesn’t matter what it means. It’s over.”“Over?” Her laugh was sharp, bitter. “You don’t get to decide that, Ricardo, not after everything.”“Yes, I do.” My fists clenched. “Because if I don’t, Mateo will. And his version of ending this doesn’t stop with me just leaving and you know it.”Her breath caught, the fire in her dimming just enough to show fear beneath it.I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You think he doesn’t know? He’s known. He had someone watching me, Ruby, watching us. And now he’s done tolerating it.”Her eyes widened, horror flashing across her face. “He…he knows?”“Yes.” My chest tightened. “And he’s furious. At me. At us. Do you understand now? This isn’t about choice anymore.”She shook her hea

Ruby’s POVThe knock rattled the door again, rough and impatient.I groaned loudly into my pillow. “If that’s you, Amelia, I swear I’ll…”“Not Amelia,” came the drawl through the wood. “Open up, princess.”My stomach dropped. I shot upright, my hair falling in messy waves around my face. “Gabriel?”Another knock. “Unless you’ve got someone else visiting you at this hour.” His tone carried that infuriating lilt of amusement.Heat crept up my neck. I threw on a robe and yanked the door open. Sure enough, he stood there, one arm braced against the frame, a smug smile tugging at his lips. In his other hand, he held a bulky cordless phone.“What the hell do you want?” I hissed.“Not me,” he said, lifting the phone slightly. “Mateo.”I blinked. “What?”“Your father. Or should I say, the boss.” His smirk deepened. “Says he’s been trying to reach you. Figured if he wasn’t going to let me sleep, I sure as hell wasn’t going to let you either.”I reached for the door to slam it shut, but he slip

Third Person’s PovThe estate hadn’t felt right since Ricardo left and it didn’t feel any better since Gabriel came inAt first, Amelia thought it was just her imagination, that she was simply adjusting to the new rhythm, but it wasn’t. The house itself had changed. The guards patrolled more rigidly now, their boots echoing sharper against the marble floors, their movements more brisk and uneasy. It seemed more and more like they were preparing for war. Conversations that used to be casual between shifts had gone quiet. Even Ruby’s laughter that used to be bright, even mischievous had dulled into short words and frequent scowling.And at the center of it all was Gabriel.He’d only been there a few days, but his presence seeped into every corner. He carried himself like the estate was his playground, tossing grins and barbed remarks at anyone unlucky enough to cross his path. Some of the guards seemed drawn to him, almost charmed by his brazenness, while others avoided him altogether,

Amelia’s POVKelvin fell into step beside me, his presence steady and calm, and yet it only made the storm inside me worse. Gabriel’s laugh still echoed in my head, the things he had said about Carlos' blood being in my hand and Rafael’s voice… that smooth, easy tone that could twist anything into a threat.I led Kelvin into one of the quieter lounges, away from wandering guards and the ever-watchful eyes that seemed to multiply in the estate these days. My hands were tight fists until I forced them to relax.He shut the door behind us, waiting.I sat on the arm of a chair instead of sinking into it, restless, my gaze flitting to the window where the evening light bled through. “Rafael called me.”Kelvin stiffened visibly but didn’t interrupt.“He dangled the Jharvis contract over my head. Said he’d spoken to Mr. Vasquez. He…” My throat tightened. I hated repeating it, but I had to. “…He said you weren’t coming home because you were too busy toying with me.”Silence filled the room, h