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CHAPTER 51Spencer’s POVThe phone rang twice before she picked up.“Hello?” Clara’s voice came through the line, soft and tired.Just hearing her made my chest feel lighter.“Hey,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Are you alive over there? You just left.”I tried to sound normal, casual, like I wasn’t thinking about her way more than I should be.There was a small pause.“Yeah… I’m fine,” she replied, but something about her tone felt off.I frowned.“You don’t sound fine.”“I just finished showering,” she said quietly. “Pulled an all-nighter doing research.”Of course she did.I rubbed my face with my free hand.“Clara, you’re supposed to be resting, not turning yourself into a detective at three in the morning.”She gave a weak little laugh.“I couldn’t sleep.”I opened my mouth to respond, but then I heard it.A sharp intake of breath.Like she was in pain.“Clara?” I asked immediately, sitting up straighter.There was rustling on the other end, then a small, shaky sound.“Spenc

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CHAPTER 52Clara’s POVVoices felt far away.Like I was underwater.But one voice kept breaking through.“Clara… come on. Stay with me,” it was Spencer.I forced my eyes open slowly, my lashes feeling heavier than bricks. The light above me blurred before settling into focus. The first thing I saw was him.His face.Tense. Pale. Worried.More worried than I had ever seen him.“Spencer…” My voice came out weak. Barely there.His hand tightened around mine instantly.“I’m here,” he said quickly, leaning closer. “I’m right here.”My head throbbed. My body felt like it didn’t belong to me.“What happened?” I whispered.“You passed out,” he said, and I could hear the strain in his voice. “On the phone. You scared me half to death.”I blinked slowly, trying to remember.The bathroom.The call.The pain.Then nothing.“Oh,” I murmured, attempting to sit up.Bad idea.The room spun violently, and I winced.His arm slid behind my back immediately, steadying me.“Don’t,” he said firmly. “You’re

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CHAPTER 53Clara’s POVI stayed in bed the whole morning.Not because I wanted to be dramatic. I just didn’t trust my body yet. Every time I tried to sit up too fast, my head reminded me that fainting wasn’t exactly normal behavior.The room was quiet. Too quiet.Spencer had been in the living room earlier. I once heard him on the phone, his voice low and controlled, as always. Now it was silent again.I reached for my laptop slowly and opened it.The same document stared back at me.Derrick.Every article. Every business deal. Every interview. I’d read through almost his entire public life.And I still had nothing.I sighed and rubbed my eyes.A knock came on my door before it opened slightly.Spencer stepped in.“You’re awake,” he said.“Yeah.”He stayed near the doorway at first.“How are you feeling?”“Better,” I said honestly. “Just tired.”He nodded and walked in, stopping near the foot of the bed.I closed my laptop gently.“I’ve been going through Derrick’s whole life online,”

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CHAPTER 54Clara’s POVI was sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee I hadn’t touched. It had gone cold nearly half an hour ago, but I was too focused on the screen in front of me to care. I kept rereading the same paragraph about one of Derrick’s old business mergers, trying to make sense of numbers that suddenly didn’t matter.My phone buzzed.I ignored it.It buzzed again. Then again. Then again.My eyebrows pulled together as irritation turned into unease. I reached for it slowly, like I already knew whatever was waiting wouldn’t be good.Three missed calls. Five text messages. Notifications are stacking so fast that they overlap.My stomach tightened.I unlocked my phone.The first message was from an unknown number.You need help.My heart dropped.Another one followed.You’re sick.Then—Leave that man alone.My fingers went cold.“What…?” I whispered to the empty kitchen.More notifications flooded in. Mentions. Tags. Comments. My breathing slowed, not because I w

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CHAPTER 55Florida’s POVThe bathwater was still warm, scented with eucalyptus and something expensive I couldn’t pronounce but loved anyway. Steam clung to the marble walls, softening the edges of the room, turning everything hazy and indulgent. I leaned back against the porcelain curve of the tub, one leg bent, my phone balanced carefully above the water.The screen glowed against the dim lighting.Notifications kept climbing.Shares. Comments. News alerts. Interview requests.My lips curved slowly.It was almost too easy.I refreshed the page again, watching the numbers tick upward in real time. My statement had crossed a million views in under an hour. The sympathy was pouring in exactly the way I knew it would. I had simply looked scared.That was the key.I looked through the comments.“You’re so strong for speaking up.Protect your family at all costs.”“That woman needs serious help.”“We stand with you, Florida.”I exhaled slowly, sinking deeper into the water.Predictable.

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CHAPTER 56Spencer’s POVI was at my office, going through some paperwork, when there was a knock on the door.I didn’t look up immediately. My eyes stayed on the document in front of me, though my mind was no longer focused on the words. The past few weeks had drained me in ways I didn’t expect. Every paper I signed, every decision I made, every move I planned—it was all for one thing.Clara.Everything was for her.“Come in,” I said flatly.The door opened, and I looked up, immediately recognizing the man who stepped inside.It was my personal bodyguard.It was also my childhood friend.Esteban.He closed the door behind him quietly, his movements calm and precise. He had always moved like that, like someone who was constantly aware of his surroundings. He was tall, even taller than I was, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his black suit. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, and the scar that ran through his eye and down to his cheek gave him a permanently dangerous lo

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CHAPTER 57Spencer's POV Esteban didn’t try to stop me again, and that alone told me he understood there was no changing my mind. He simply followed behind me as I walked out of the office, his presence steady and familiar, as it had always been since we were boys. The hallway felt longer than usual, quieter too, the kind of quiet that comes before something irreversible happens. My shoes clicked against the polished floor, each step deliberate, each second bringing me closer to the storm waiting outside.When we reached the elevator, I pressed the button and waited. The doors opened, and we stepped inside without speaking. I could feel Esteban watching me, studying, when he was trying to figure out whether I was about to do something reckless or something necessary. “You don’t have to do this,” he said finally, his voice calm but cautious.I kept my eyes forward. “Yes, I do.”The elevator descended, and when the doors opened to the lobby, the noise outside was already audible. E

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CHAPTER 58Esteban’s POVThe man didn’t know I was coming.That was the best part.I stood across the street inside the parked car, watching the warehouse entrance. My fingers tapped slowly against the steering wheel as I stared at the entrance, my face calm, my breathing steady. I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t angry.I was focused.He thought he could double-cross Spencer and get away with it. Thought he could take money and deliver fewer products. Thought he could lie.People like him always thought they were smarter than they were.They weren’t.They were just desperate.And desperate people made mistakes.I reached over and grabbed my gun from the passenger seat, checking it out of habit. Loaded. Ready.Good.I stepped out of the car and closed the door quietly, my shoes hitting the pavement without a sound. The night air was cool, but I didn’t feel it. I never felt anything when I was working.I walked toward the warehouse slowly, my eyes scanning everything. As I got closer, I coul

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CHAPTER 59Clara’s POVI didn’t plan on coming here.I just… ended up here.My body moved on its own, my feet carrying me down familiar streets until I was standing in front of the café I hadn’t visited in years. I stared at the glass for a few seconds, watching strangers inside laugh and talk like nothing in the world could touch them.It felt weird.Like I was standing outside of a life that used to belong to me.I pushed the door open, and the small bell rang above my head, the sound instantly pulling memories out of places I had buried deep. The smell of coffee hit me next, warm and comforting, and for a moment, my chest tightened so much it almost hurt.Nothing had changed.The same chairs.The same counter.The same calm atmosphere that made you forget everything outside existed.I walked up to the counter and ordered quietly, not really paying attention to the words coming out of my mouth.“One latte, please.”The barista nodded, and I stepped aside to wait, my fingers loosely

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CHAPTER 60Clara’s POVLin Woo and I talked more, catching up on everything we had missed out on.It still didn’t feel real that he was sitting in front of me after all these years. There was a time I thought I would never see him again, that he had just disappeared from my life completely. But now he was here, right in front of me, drinking coffee as if nothing had changed.He told me he went back to South Korea, his home country, because of several family issues. He said he didn’t tell me back then because he didn’t want to bother me, that he thought it would only make things harder.He stayed there for a long time helping out his family, and he said he had no way to contact me because he lost all my information. He didn’t remember my number, and we had no mutual friends there. He said he tried searching for me online once, but nothing came up. Then, after a while, he began seeing the rumors. I listened as he spoke, nodding slowly, but if I was being honest, I couldn’t fully concen

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