All Chapters of BETRAYED BY MY FIANCE; REBORN AS HIS OBSESSION: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, the image of the photograph flashed behind my eyelids. Richard standing outside the old estate. The unidentified man standing stiffly beside him. The stark number seventeen scrawled across the back in black ink. And Hayden's voice echoed in my head, repeating the same infuriating phrase he always used when I asked about my past: I gave your father a promise.I had spent the entire night trying to talk myself out of it, trying to find any other rational explanation for what I'd uncovered.There wasn't one.Someone had been actively guarding Arora Vance long after the world believed she was dead. Someone Richard had trusted with his life. Someone Hayden knew intimately. And whoever that man was, he’d been close enough to my life to become invisible.By seven the next morning, my mind was made up.I was going back to the property. Alone.I knew Hayden would strongly object to the idea. That precisely explained why I didn't tell him. I pulled

Hayden arrived less than twenty minutes later.Lyra was waiting for him in the living room when the door opened. She didn't need to ask what had brought him so quickly. The worry in his eyes told her enough.He crossed the room and stopped in front of her.“What happened?”Lyra studied him for a moment.“You knew.”His expression shifted. She didn't need to explain.“You knew the man at the estate.”Hayden exhaled slowly.“Yes.”“How long?”“Since you started your revenge against Damian and the threats against you began.”The answer hurt more than she expected. Lyra looked away.“And you never told me.”“I promised your father.”“You promised him to protect me. Not to keep me in the dark forever.”“I know.”She looked back at him.“Then why?”“Because there were things you weren't ready to know.”Lyra gave a quiet, humorless laugh.“Everyone keeps saying that.”Hayden moved closer.“Lyra…”“He called me Arora.”Hayden stopped.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Then he nodded.“I kn

Lyra remained at her desk, the open letter resting before her. She read the first line again: Arora, if you are reading this, then the people I feared have found their way back to you.Her fingers tightened around the paper. Richard had known not everything, and not precisely what would unfold, but enough to understand that the danger surrounding them had never truly vanished. She kept reading.I don't know where you will be when this reaches you, or even if you have survived. But if you’re reading this, I know you will have questions. Lyra swallowed hard. The next paragraph was written in the same careful script: There are things I could not tell you while I was alive because knowing them would have made you a target. If you are reading this now, keeping you uninformed is no longer protecting you.She lowered the page for a moment. For a moment, she had blamed herself for missing the signs, but now she wondered how much Richard had been carrying alone.The protection arrangement wa

Lyra arrived at the Vance Private Bank shortly after eight in the morning.The building looked nothing like the institution she remembered from her childhood. The polished stone entrance had been replaced by a plain security door, and the old Vance lettering had been stripped entirely from the facade. But the structure itself remained a quiet monument to the things her father had always believed were safer left forgotten.Apparently, this had been one of them.Lyra parked across the street and sat in the car for a moment, the brass key resting between her fingers. Archive 4B. She had spent most of the night thinking about it. Not just about the money, or the Kades, but about Richard. If he had gone to such lengths to hide something here, he must have known there would come a day when she would need it.And that day had arrived.Stepping out of the car, she walked around to the side entrance. The door looked ancient, but when she slid the brass key into the lock, it turned smoothly. Sh

Lyra had spent months deciding how long she could keep hiding. After reading Richard’s letter, she finally knew the answer.Richard's letter lay open on her mahogany desk, his final warning still burning in her mind: Do not trust Damian with the file.She had spent enough time trying to understand why her father had feared the Kade family. She had traced the money, dug through sealed archives, uncovered the hidden security network, and learned that Richard had been investigating something long before Damian ever crossed her path.Now, Damian was hunting her.And for the first time, Lyra wasn't going to evade him by vanishing into the shadows. This time, she wasn’t going to stay ahead of him by running. She was going to let him closer.Her desk phone buzzed sharply.“Ms Moretti, Damian Kade's office is on the line.”Lyra picked up the receiver. “Put him through.”“Lyra,” Damian's voice came through, steady and controlled.“What do you want?”“We need to talk.”“About what?”“Richard V