Trust is fragile. And some wounds never heal.Amara thought the hardest part had passed. Lucas had chosen her. He had admitted, finally, that she mattered. That she wasn’t just the substitute. That she was… wanted.She was wrong.The next morning, the office felt different. Cold. Silent. Too quiet. The kind of silence that meant someone was watching, waiting.Lucas arrived first, impeccably dressed, his face unreadable. Normally, he exuded control, confidence — a fortress no one could penetrate. Today, even he looked tense, like he sensed a storm before it hit.“Morning,” he said curtly, his eyes scanning the floor. “Everything in order?”“Seems… normal,” Amara replied, though the pit in her stomach told her otherwise.A knock came at the door. Lucas’s assistant entered, holding a tablet. “Sir… there’s something you need to see.”Lucas took it without a word. His brow furrowed as he scanned the screen.Amara leaned over. The headline made her heart stop:“Harrington Group’s CEO Under I
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