Chapter 80

The drive back from the industrial district was a suffocating experience. The hum of the SUV’s engine was the only sound in a cabin that felt like it had been drained of all oxygen. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were bone-white, looking like polished stones under the dashboard lights. Every few seconds, the image of the warehouse flashed behind my eyes—the blood, the screams of the driver, and the cold, surgical precision with which Nyla had dismantled his lies.Nyla and I rode back home in silence. I knew she wasn't mad about the violence or the fact that we had spent the morning in a den of filth and retribution. She had survived the company explosion and the surgery that followed; she wasn't a stranger to the harsh realities of being a Varek. But I had yelled at her. In that moment when the driver had lunged or the tension had snapped, I had let my protective instincts turn into something loud and ugly. I had roar

Chapter 81

I wanted to punish Dominic. The silence in the bedroom was intentional, a cold, sharp weapon I used to keep him at a distance while the echoes of that warehouse still vibrated in my bones. He yelled at me in the presence of everyone. The sound of his voice, booming and authoritative, had felt like a physical blow against my chest. I was embarrassed, but I played it off as if it were nothing because, just like him, I wanted answers too, but not enough to disrespect him the way he had disrespected me. We were supposed to be a team, especially now with the weight of the Varek legacy growing inside me, yet in front of Eric and the guards, he had treated me like a subordinate rather than his wife.I stood by the window, watching the morning light hit the sprawling estate, but all I could see was the flickering light of that single bulb in the shipping depot. These assholes chased us, caused us to have an accident that led to the company explosion, and nearly took the life of my child. They

Chapter 82

The morning after the warehouse was a study in contrasts. The air in our bedroom remained heavy with the residual tension of the silent treatment, but the world outside continued to spin with its usual Varek coldness. After breakfast, which we ate in a silence so thick it felt like a third guest at the table, Dominic left for the office. He lingered at the door for a second, his eyes searching mine for even a flicker of forgiveness, but I kept my gaze fixed on my tea. I knew he was going to war with the information we had squeezed out of the driver, but the sting of him yelling at me in front of Eric and the guards was still too fresh.Once the roar of his SUV faded down the drive, I felt a strange sense of lightness. I picked up one of my favourite pieces of literature—a worn copy of poetry that had survived the company explosion—and decided to spend time in the garden's Gazebo reading. It was my only sanctuary, a place where the scent of jasmine could drown out the lingering smell o

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