All Chapters of BETRAYED BY MY FIANCE; REBORN AS HIS OBSESSION: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damian barely slept that night. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind dragged him back to the eastern wing- to the open maintenance door, the suffocating darkness, and the chilling voice that had emerged from it.You shouldn’t have come back.He had caught the raw fear in Lyra’s silence. She had tried desperately to mask it, but Damian had spent years mastering the art of reading people. He hadn’t missed the subtle hitch in her breathing, the way her knuckles whitened against her coat, or the telltale split second of hesitation before she spoke. She was lying to him. He was certain of it. The only burning question was why.By seven the next morning, Damian was already at his desk, staring down at an open security report. The breach itself had lasted less than two minutes. In that brief window, all the cameras had been systematically blinded, the terminal logs entirely wiped, and no employees’ badges had been registered in the restricted sector. Whoever had infiltrated the building k

Hayden remained in the library long after Lyra had left. The house had fallen quiet again, but Richard’s words refused to leave him. When she asks the right questions, give her the truth. For years, he had treated that promise like a burden he could delay, but not anymore. Lyra was digging deeper. She noticed the gaps in his stories, and she was already beginning to realise that Richard’s death hadn’t been an accident.Soon, she would want to know everything.Hayden sat down and rested the envelope on his knee. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep these secrets from you,” he murmured.His phone rang; he glanced at the screen. Lyra.He answered immediately. “Hey.”“Were you sleeping?”“No.”“I knew it.” A soft laugh came through the line. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”Hayden’s shoulders relaxed. “Are you all right?”“I’m trying to be.”He heard the hesitation in her voice. “Still thinking about what I told you?”“A little.”“I wish I could give you more,” Hayden said.“I know

Lyra opened her eyes before her alarm went off. She lay motionless in the dark, watching faint morning light filter through the blinds, her mind replaying yesterday’s event. The supplier had signed off on the deal; it was a minor victory, small compared to her goal, but it had secured her foothold. More importantly, it proved that her strategy worked without Damian suspecting her move.Lyra sat up and retrieved her phone from the nightstand. A single message glowed on the screen:Hayden: Good morning. Hope you slept okay.A faint smile touched her lips as she typed: “Better than I expected.”His reply came out instantaneously: I’m claiming full credit for that.A quiet laugh escaped her lips. For a fleeting second, things felt uncomplicated. Then she remembered everything Hayden had been keeping from her, and her smile vanished. She trusted him, or she wanted to. But lately, the trust felt like walking on thin ice, never knowing when the surface might crack beneath her.By eight, Lyra

Hayden didn’t sleep. Long after the call ended, he sat in his study with the photograph resting beneath the desk lamp. The shot had been taken from a distance; Lyra was outside the building, unaware the lens was aimed at her. It was the date stamped on the back that turned his stomach. It was weeks after her return; someone had known she was alive long before he did, and they were tracking her every move.He picked up the print, staring into the shadow behind her. “Who are you?” There was no answer, only silence.His gaze dropped to the handwritten warning on the back: She’s not as hidden as you think. His jaw tightened; he dialled the one contact he trusted with something dangerous.“It’s late,” a voice rasped after four rings.“I need a trace.”“On what?”“A photo.” Hayden scanned the print and hit send.A long pause stretched over the line. “Where did you get this?”“Does it matter?”“Yes.”“Just trace it.”“I’ll need time.”“You have until morning,” Hayden said, cutting the connec

Morning arrived quietly.Lyra woke up to the steady warmth of Hayden beside her, his arm resting loosely over her waist. For a few moments, she lay still listening to his steady breathing as pale sunlight filtered through the curtains.It felt peaceful, almost too dangerous. She shifted carefully to turn toward him, but Hayden’s dark eyes were open.“You’re staring,” he murmured, his voice rough and thick with sleep.“You caught me.” A slow, lazy smile touched his lips. “I don’t mind.”“You look exhausted.”He arched an eyebrow. “That wasn’t your assessment last night.”“I was just being polite.”“Liar.”Lyra let out a soft laugh as Hayden pulled her closer, burying his face into the crook of her neck. “Stay for five more minutes.”“I have work.”“You always have work.”“Well, someone has to keep your world spinning.”“My world?” he looked up, his eyes softening as he caught her gaze. “I thought I was yours.”Lyra shook her head, trying and failing to fight off a smile. “You’re becom