Todos os capítulos de FOR HER SAKE: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Amelia’s POVJuliet’s office smelled like chamomile before I even stepped inside. That was the first thing that hit me, not the polished wood shelves, not the wall lined with books or the faint crackle of a heater, but the sweet, warm scent of tea already steeping.Like she knew we were coming.I froze in the doorway. Her back was to me, her silver hair tied neatly into a bun, her movements slow and deliberate as she poured steaming water into delicate porcelain cups. The faint clink of glass against glass echoed in the quiet room.“Amelia,” she said before turning, her voice calm, almost soothing. “Right on time.”I glanced at my watch. “We’re actually ten minutes late.”Her eyes, soft with warm brown, ringed with faint lines of age flicked up to mine. She smiled. “Right on time.”It sent a chill crawling down my spine.I sat stiffly in the chair opposite her desk, my fingers tightening around the folder in my lap. That’s when I saw them, the photographs lining the walls. Black-and-w

Amelia’s POVThe plane hummed low beneath me, a steady vibration that should’ve been soothing, but my chest felt anything but calm. I sat stiff against the window seat, my arms folded tight, the envelope buried at the bottom of my bag like it might burn me if I touched it again.Clouds rolled lazily outside, white against the stretch of blue, but all I could see was Juliet’s office. The smell of her tea. The photos. The lever that opened a door I hadn’t known existed. And the picture, the one I hadn’t meant to drop, the one I couldn’t unsee.I pressed my nails into my palms. My hand twitched toward my bag, then stilled.“You’re brooding again,” Gabriel said beside me, his voice cutting through the hum.I didn’t bother looking at him. “And you’re still breathing. How annoying.”He chuckled, the sound telling me how unbothered he was. “You’re doing that thing where you snap a lot. Means you’re rattled.”I turned my head slowly, meeting his smirk. “Do you ever shut up?”“On occasion.” He

Amelia’s POVKelvin didn’t say anything when I stumbled into him, only steadied me with his hands around my arms. His blue eyes searched mine, too much like his father’s, and it made my chest tighten.“Come with me,” he murmured, his voice a quiet command.He didn’t wait for me to answer. He just slipped his hand around my wrist and guided me down the hall, past secretaries that were pretending not to stare and past polished glass that showed my own reflection. I looked pale and shaken, but I dared not crumble.When the elevator doors closed, the sound of Rafael’s cursing cut off like a switch had been flipped. For a moment, the silence pressed between us.Kelvin didn’t look at me. He only pressed the button for the 69th floor and moved back a little for Gabriel to come in. It was pretty safe to say that nobody was in a positive mood.“Do you want to talk about what that was about?” Gabriel asked, staring right at the steel doors of the elevator. “Can’t you see she’s shaken?” Kelvin

Amelia’s POVThe words landed heavy between us. Kelvin’s posture stiffened, his breath pulling in like a man bracing for a hit.“What do you mean?” he asked. His voice was sharp, but he sounded like he was afraid of the answer.I had felt that way too, as I searched through the documents last night, wanting to now less and less even though I skimmed through all the pagesI held his gaze, refusing to look away. “Juliet told me. Or at least… she showed me enough to piece together parts of it.”His jaw tightened. “Juliet?” he repeated, slow, deliberate, like even saying her name was an effort. “Who’s that?”“My father’s other woman apparently, we visited her sometime this week. Your father though…” I stared at him hoping to get his genuine reaction. “...said she’s dead now.”Kelvin’s eyes narrowed, but he didn't flinch in the slightest. Just stares back at me.“You are not going to say anything to that?”“What am I supposed to say?”“So you mean to tell me that you’re not surprised in th

Amelia’s POVThe inn room was way warmer than it looked from the outside. An old radiator hissing by the window, the scent of lemon polish clinging to everything, and Gabriel sprawled in the chair opposite my bed like he owned the place. His jacket was off, holster slung carelessly over the armrest, and his boots propped on the table in a way that made me want to yell at him for disrespecting the furniture.But then it wasn’t my furniture and since he had done this a couple of times, I chose to accept whatever he was doing.Instead, I shoveled another spoonful of noodles into my mouth. I was almost dying from the spice, but I was too hungry to stop. Plus, it was some really good noodles.He was still smirking about my outfit. “I’m never getting those shorts back, am I?”“They’re twice my size anyways,” I said around a mouthful, tugging the rope knot at my waist. “If they don’t fall off me in the night, you can have them back.”His grin widened. “I like the look. Street urchin chic. Ve