All Chapters of Belonging to Lockhart: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

THERON POV A familiar restlessness crept into my veins, tightening my muscles until I couldn’t sit still. By the time I registered what I was doing, I was already in the elevator, my hand hovering over the button for Ami’s floor. I shouldn’t have gone should’ve kept my distance. But tonight, that restraint didn’t exist. One of my most trusted security officers had told me she was still in the building, burning the midnight oil as usual. That alone wasn’t cause for concern. What set me on edge was the fact that Zinnia had entered the building not long before. I waited. Long enough for her to make it from the lobby to my office. But she never came. Which meant she had business elsewhere and I didn’t need a map to know where she’d gone. I moved quickly, my footsteps echoing through the corridor as my pulse pounded like a war drum. The sharp slam of a door somewhere around the corner jolted me, the sound unmistakably close. My stomach sank. Then I saw her. Zinnia stepped i

AMARIS POV “Something’s come up. Urgent matters. We can’t meet tonight.” I stared at the message from Theron, a knot tightening in my chest. He was doing it again shutting me out. Hadn’t we promised to keep each other in the loop, no matter what? When my team had contacted Wong, I’d sent Romilly to update Theron immediately. Yet here he was, disappearing behind vague excuses. Would it have cost him so much to at least tell me why he had to cancel? I sank onto the edge of the bed, pressing a palm against the dull ache beneath my ribs. When would I ever find the right time to tell him how I truly felt? I kept clinging to the hope that a confession might change things between us that maybe he’d feel compelled to open up too. The mere thought made my cheeks warm. What if, after everything, Theron admitted he felt the same? The possibility made my heart stutter. But what if I was alone in this? What if what he’d once felt for me had dissolved the moment Zinnia returned? May

“It would've been so much easier if these were in higher resolution,” Manny muttered, scowling at the photographs. “There’s not much I can do with grainy, second-rate images.” “I know. Ami voiced the same complaint.” My mouth twisted into a bitter half-smile as her irritation played again in my mind. Manny scratched at his stubbled chin before locking eyes with me. “How’s she doing?” “She’s furious and I don’t blame her.” I rose from my chair and reached for the decanter tucked in the cabinet. “Told her to stay holed up in her apartment for a few days. Truth is, we’re going to have a hell of a time proving anything without my mother. And she’s not picking up my calls.” Manny let out a short laugh, and I shot him a glare. “I fail to see the humor.” “Of course you don’t,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But come on your mother spent years trying to get you to talk to her. Now the tables have turned.” I shook my head. “Any other time, I’d welcome her radio silence. But r

I sat motionless on the edge of my bed, staring at the fractured remains of my phone scattered across the sheets like broken glass memories. I’d already canceled my meeting with Evadne, offering only a vague summary of what happened. I told her I was fine just enough to soothe her concern. But the truth? The truth was much messier. Even on the way home, I couldn’t stop replaying the chase. Every second, every sound, the rush of footsteps, the flash of movement. It gnawed at me. Why hadn’t the thief stashed the bag in the van? Dropping it like that made no sense. And the longer I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Was he just the most incompetent criminal alive? Or… what if he never intended to steal the bag at all? I clenched my jaw, eyes narrowing at the shattered phone. What if the real goal had been to destroy that phone my phone? No… it sounded paranoid. No one even knew about that secure line to Theron. I never used it in public. Except… today. Just today. With

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, arms crossed tightly over my chest. Renzo lifted a brow, amused. "What do people usually do at airports?" "Don’t play with me, Renzo. What are you doing here?" I tried to level him with a stern look, but he only chuckled. "I’m headed to Hong Kong," he said easily. "After a brief chat, your friend mentioned you were invited too." My jaw tensed. It wasn’t hard to guess Romilly had bumped into him. Whether his presence was a blessing or a curse, I hadn’t yet decided. Renzo’s gaze slid to Rex, his smile sharpening. "And you are?" Rex stood up and cleared his throat. "Rex McCrae. I’m part of Ami’s team. We’ve worked together on" "I don’t need your resume, Mr. McCrae," Renzo interrupted coolly, turning back to me. "Now, tell me why are you sitting here in the waiting area?" One eyebrow arched. "Waiting for a plane, obviously." His expression shifted, a note of tension creeping in. "Which plane?" The tone of his voice set something