Todos los capítulos de Never Meant to be Seen : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

“You're lying.”The words came out before I could stop them, but Konstantin didn't look surprised. He simply watched me from across the room, the folder still open in his hand as though he had been expecting that exact response.“Of course that's what you want to believe.”“I know Arlo.”“You think you do.”I stepped closer and snatched the folder from his hand.Several documents were inside, along with printed photographs and copies of messages. I scanned the first page, then the second, searching for something obvious, something that would expose the lie.There had to be something.A forged signature.A date that didn't match.A name Arlo would never have used.Anything.Instead, I found his name.ARLO ALFIE.My stomach tightened.The document was dated weeks before I had ever met him.I read the first paragraph.Then I read it again.My fingers tightened around the paper.“You could have made this.”Konstantin's expression remained calm. “I could have.”“So you did.”“If believing

I couldn't answer him.Arlo's confession sat between us, too heavy to ignore and too complicated to accept. I had spent months believing that whatever happened between us had grown naturally, only to discover that the beginning had been arranged around a purpose I had never known existed.I looked at him and tried to separate the man I loved from the man who had once been assigned a role in my life.“You should have told me.”“I know.”“You had so many chances.”“I know.”“You looked me in the eyes and told me you trusted me.”“I did.”“You told me I was safe with you.”“You were.”“How can you say that after admitting you were working with him?”Arlo's jaw tightened.“Because I stopped working for him.”“When?”“Before I knew what you meant to me.”I shook my head.“That isn't an answer.”“It is the only honest one I have.”I turned away.The yacht continued cutting through the water, carrying us farther from the people who had been with us and deeper into Konstantin's control. Somew

“He wants to replace Isabelle with you permanently.”Danielle's words refused to leave my head.I looked at her, then at Arlo, trying to find a flaw in what she had said. There had to be one, because the alternative was too horrifying to accept.“But Isabelle is alive,” I said.“For now.”My stomach tightened.“You said Konstantin wants to erase both of us.”“He doesn't need to kill you both.”Danielle stepped closer.“He only needs to make sure neither of you can ever reclaim your identity.”I looked towards the locked door.The idea suddenly made every part of the plan make sense.The wedding.The engagement.The public appearances.The photographs.The way everyone had been encouraged to accept me as Isabelle.Konstantin hadn't simply tolerated the deception.He had been building it.“He wants the world to believe I'm Isabelle.”“Yes.”“And Isabelle disappears.”“Yes.”“Then what happens to me?”Danielle's expression hardened.“You disappear too.”My throat tightened.“But if I'm I

The guards gave me no time to say goodbye to Danielle.One grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door while the other stood between me and the bed. “Wait,” I demanded, twisting against his grip, but he didn't slow down.Danielle tried to stand, but her legs gave way beneath her.“Danielle!”She caught herself against the bed.“Go,” she whispered.“I’m not leaving you here.”“You have to.”The guard dragged me into the corridor before I could reach her.The door slammed behind us.I immediately fought back.“Let me go!”The guard tightened his grip.“Stop resisting.”“Take your hands off me!”I kicked backward, catching him in the leg.He cursed.The second guard grabbed my other arm.I struggled between them, trying to slow them down, but they were stronger and prepared for every move I made.“Where are you taking me?”Neither answered.“Is it the room Danielle warned me about?”Silence.My stomach twisted.That was answer enough.They were taking me somewhere Danielle had been terr

The sound of the lock turning made Ava move immediately, crossing the room and pressing one finger to her lips. I barely had time to step back before she pulled a narrow metal panel from the wall, revealing a dark opening behind it. Danielle pushed herself upright, gripping the edge of the table as she tried to steady her weak legs. “This way,” Ava whispered. “We have maybe thirty seconds before they realise I’m not where they left you.” I looked at Danielle, then at the narrow passage behind the panel, wondering how she was supposed to make it through when she could barely stand. Ava seemed to read the question on my face and moved toward Danielle without hesitation. “I can walk,” Danielle said quietly. “You can barely stand,” I replied. “And I’m still walking.” There was something in her voice that made me stop arguing, so Ava helped her into the passage while I followed close behind. The space was cramped, barely wide enough for one person at a time, and the walls were lined