All Chapters of Dangerous Attachment : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The next morning... Damien arrived at Blackwood & Vale before everyone else. He preferred the quiet. It gave him time to think. But lately... Thinking had become a problem. He stood beside the windows of his office, staring at Manhattan while Vivian's face remained stubbornly in his mind. Dinner. Her smile. The way she'd looked at him when he told her she mattered. And the fact that something is bothering her she didn't want to disclose made Damien worry. Because Damien had noticed. She was different. More distracted. More cautious. Something was wrong. His phone buzzed. A message from Roman. We need to talk. Damien frowned. A second message appeared. Something is up. I think Vivian is in danger. Damien immediately picked up his phone at the mention of Vivian. Come to my office. He stopped. Then deleted it. Roman had his own firm. His own office. His own responsibilities. Damien typed instead: Meet me at the courthouse café at noon. Roman replied almost

The next morning... Vivian arrived at Blackwood & Vale with one thought refusing to leave her mind. Damien's words. I want you. She had replayed them more times than she wanted to admit. Not because she was surprised. Deep down... She had known. What surprised her was that Damien had finally said it. And even more surprising... Was how much she wanted to hear it again. She placed her bag beside her desk and tried to concentrate. It didn't work. Her phone vibrated. Roman: Coffee. Twelve-thirty. Don't say no. Vivian smiled. She typed: You really don't give people much choice, do you? His reply came immediately. I give you plenty. I just make saying yes more interesting. She laughed quietly. Then another message appeared. And Vivian? She waited. Wear something you like. I'm not taking you somewhere boring. She shook her head. "Unbelievable, I'm already at work dumbass." But she was smiling. --- At twelve thirty... Roman was waiting outside a small café near

Nathan Cross barely slept.The photographs recovered from the Brooklyn warehouse were spread across his desk.Damien.Roman.Vivian.Margaret.The courthouse.Blackwood & Vale.Ellis, Harper & Lowe.Every important location connected to the investigation.Someone had spent weeks studying them.Not randomly.Carefully.Cross picked up the photograph of Vivian.Then placed it beside the photographs of Damien and Roman.Something bothered him.He had been looking at the evidence from the wrong direction.Victor and Vincent weren't trying to destroy the investigation.They were trying to destroy the people behind it.And there were two men at the centre of that circle.Damien Blackwood.Roman Ellis.Cross reached for his phone."Laura.""Yes?""I need you to trace every communication Victor had with Morrison during the final year of the operation.""We already searched those records.""Search them again."A pause."What are we looking for?""Anything that connects Victor to Damien, Roman,

The morning arrived quietly. Too quietly. Nathan Cross stood inside an unmarked vehicle several blocks from the abandoned industrial property. Rain had stopped during the night, leaving the streets slick beneath the pale morning light. His team waited in silence. Laura sat beside him, studying the building through binoculars. "Movement." Cross looked up. "Where?" "Second-floor window." She lowered the binoculars. "Someone just crossed it." Cross nodded. "Victor?" "Can't tell." He looked toward the building. "Then we wait." Laura frowned. "You said we were moving this morning." "We are." Cross checked his watch. "But not until we're certain Vivian isn't being used as bait." --- Across Manhattan... Vivian stood in her apartment, staring at her phone. She hadn't slept much. Not because of the threats. Because of the conversation with Roman. And the kiss. She touched her lips briefly. Then shook her head. "This is complicated

Morning came quietly to Manhattan. For the first time in months... There were no emergency calls. No mysterious messages. No footsteps Vivian couldn't explain. No shadow waiting across the street. Victor Kane was in custody. Vincent Harrow was dead. The conspiracy that had consumed their lives was finally beginning to collapse under the weight of evidence. Yet Vivian couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. Not outside. Inside her. --- She arrived at Margaret Ashford's office shortly after nine. Margaret was already there, sorting through documents. She looked up. "You didn't sleep." Vivian smiled faintly. "Neither did you." "I've had more years of practice." Vivian sat down. For several seconds, she simply stared at the files on the table. Then she said, "It's really over." Margaret stopped sorting. "Yes." "Victor can't hurt us anymore." "Not from where he is." Vivian nodded. "And Vincent..." Her voice faded.