Todos los capítulos de BETRAYED BY MY FIANCE; REBORN AS HIS OBSESSION: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The morning after they escaped to the coast, Lyra woke to the rhythm of the ocean. For a fleeting second, she forgot where she was until she felt Hayden’s arm wrapped around her waist. A faint, genuine smile touched her lips. For one night, she forgot everything; she was simply Lyra.She carefully slipped out from beneath the sheet and walked toward the window. Morning sun spilt across the endless expanse of blue. Behind her, the mattress shifted.“You’re leaving without saying goodbye?”She turned to find Hayden was watching her with sleepy amusement.“I was letting you sleep.”“I don’t want to sleep,” Hayden said softly.“Why not?”“Because you’re awake.”She laughed; the sound was light against the quiet room. “You’re becoming dangerously romantic.”“I have a good teacher.” He extended a hand, and she walked back to the edge of the bed. For a moment, they simply looked at each other.“Yesterday was perfect,” Lyra whispered.“It was.”“I wish we could stay here forever.”“So do I.”

For once, Lyra woke without fear.There was no phone vibrating against the nightstand, no urgency demanding her attention, and no phantom from her past clawing its way back into her thoughts. There was only the low, steady rhythm of the tide outside the window.She opened her eyes slowly. Hayden was still asleep beside her, his arm resting loosely over her waist. In the soft morning light, his features lacked the guarded sharpness he carried through the city. Without that watchful edge, he looked younger and softer.Lyra turned carefully on her side to watch him. Months ago, she had treated emotional attachment as a fatal flaw, something like an opponent which could be exploited. But lying beside Hayden, she was beginning to see love wasn’t weakening her. It was what gave them a reason to survive the fight.Hayden’s eyes opened lazily. “You’re staring.”“Maybe,” Lyra said, a faint smile touching her lips.“For how long?”“Not long.”“You’re lying.”She laughed softly. “You were asleep

Lyra woke in the quiet dark; her cheek pressed against Hayden’s chest. His breathing was slow and even, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. The heat of his skin was a comforting anchor in the cool room. For a fragile second, she let herself get lost in the intimacy, the faint scent of cedar on his neck, the steady rhythm of his heart, and the quiet affection that always cushioned her when they were like this.She forgot about the envelope on the nightstand. Turning gently in his arms, she rested her forehead against his jaw. Hayden was still asleep, his face unburdened by the quiet tension he carried during the day; he looked peaceful.She traced the line of his collarbone with a soft touch; a quiet smile touched her lips, then her eyes drifted past his shoulder, warmth in her chest withered, and then she saw the sealed envelope had remained where she’d left it.Richard Vance.Her father’s death had dictated every decision, every sacrifice, and every dark road she had taken sin

Ashley stared at the screen outside the private elevator; her fingers tightened around her phone.TOMORROW, HE WILL FIND OUT. ALL THE BEST.A single message had never paralysed her like this. A few steps ahead stood Damian; he knew nothing about the messages, the horror threats she had endured, and certainly nothing about the confession she was set to make.Tomorrow, she would lay it all bare. But as the elevator doors slid open, a colder realisation took hold of Ashley: whoever was sending the threats already knew. Ashley slipped the phone into her purse, and she stepped inside. Neither of them noticed the figure standing at the far end of the corridor, watching them vanish.Ashley barely slept. By morning, their anniversary felt like a distant memory. She walked into the kitchen to find Damian fully dressed; the coffee beside him was untouched.His gaze snapped to her immediately. “You didn’t sleep.”“Not really.”He searched her face. “Did something happen last night?”Ashley pulle

“Ms Moretti, we have a situation.”Lyra’s fingers hovered for a fraction above the glass display of her secure terminal. She lifted her head, her gaze cutting across the dimly lit executive suite like a blade. “Define situation.”Her financial director’s voice spilt through the encrypted line, thin and tight with suppressed panic. “Damian’s restructuring team just broke the protocol. They aren’t waiting for the morning session; they are moving in Vantage right now.”The silence in the room suddenly felt suffocating. Lyra’s eyes shifted toward the floor-to-ceiling window where Hayden leaned against the frame. He was already staring at her; he didn’t look surprised; he looked ready.“What’s our hold?” she asked, her tone dropping into that quiet register that signalled absolute control.“If they bypass the regulatory hold? Less than forty- five minutes, maybe thirty.”A small, dangerous smile touched the corner of Lyra’s mouth. She looked down at the blue light reflecting off the docume