All Chapters of One Night After Betrayal : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Morning came slowly.Amelia didn’t sleep well.Every sound in her apartment had felt too loud during the night. Pipes. Wind. The faint creak of the building settling.Nothing dangerous.Yet nothing comforting either.She sat at her kitchen table with a cup of untouched coffee, staring at her phone like it might explain the messages from last night if she looked long enough.It didn’t.Alexander hadn’t called again.But she saw a new message from him when she finally checked.I’m sending someone to your building. Don’t be alarmed.Amelia frowned slightly.She typed back.I don’t need a bodyguard.The reply came quickly.This isn’t a request.That should have annoyed her.Instead, it just made her more aware of how serious things were getting.She set the phone down and leaned back in her chair.Something about all this didn’t sit right.Natasha had always been calculated, yes. But this level of intrusion, surveillance, and psychological pressure felt… bigger.Like she wasn’t acting alo

The rain hadn’t stopped.It poured harder now against the windows, wrapping the apartment in a quiet kind of isolation.Amelia sat frozen for several seconds after Alexander’s words.That stopped being true a long time ago.The sentence stayed suspended between them.Heavy.Impossible to ignore.Alexander didn’t look away.And somehow that made everything worse.Or better.Amelia couldn’t tell anymore.Her pulse felt uneven as she lowered her eyes briefly toward the untouched coffee in front of her.“You say things very directly,” she murmured.A faint breath left him.“I don’t see a reason to lie to you.”“That’s dangerous.”“Yes.”The honesty in his voice made her chest tighten again.Silence settled between them, but this silence felt different from the others.Not cold.Not awkward.Aware.Amelia finally stood, needing movement before her thoughts swallowed her whole.She walked toward the kitchen counter slowly, pretending to organize things that didn’t need organizing.Behind he

The operations room buzzed with tension.Phones rang nonstop.Security personnel moved quickly between monitors while technicians tracked vehicles, signals, and surveillance footage across Paris.But at the center of it all stood Alexander.Still.Silent.Deadly calm.Amelia watched him from a few feet away, unease tightening inside her chest.No one questioned him.No one hesitated around him.Every instruction he gave was obeyed instantly.And somehow that made her understand just how powerful he truly was.Not the billionaire magazines obsessed over.Not the polished CEO smiling at cameras.This version of Alexander Reed operated differently.Like a man used to handling disasters before they became public.One of the screens suddenly flashed.“Sir,” a technician called quickly. “We recovered partial traffic footage.”Everyone turned immediately.The footage displayed a black SUV leaving the underground garage through a private service exit.Timestamp: thirty-two minutes earlier.Am

The rain finally stopped just before dawn.Paris looked washed clean beneath the pale morning sky, but nothing about the night felt resolved.Not for Amelia.Not for Alexander.And certainly not for Natasha.The penthouse was unusually quiet when they arrived.Alexander had brought Natasha there instead of turning her over to the police immediately.Not out of kindness.Control.Amelia understood that now.He needed answers first.And Natasha was too unstable to risk disappearing again.She sat curled at the far end of the living room sofa wrapped in one of the housekeeper’s blankets, her mascara stained beneath swollen eyes.For the first time since Amelia had known her—Natasha looked small.Human.Broken.Amelia stood near the windows silently watching the city wake slowly outside.Alexander remained across the room speaking quietly with one of his security men.“Double the guards downstairs,” he instructed calmly.“Yes, sir.”“And nobody enters this floor without my authorization.