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Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

CHAPTER 4 Lyra's POV The stranger smiled, and Jesus, it wrecked me. That hard face, so sharp and ruthless, went soft around the edges. Like sin dipped in honey. “Does it really matter?” he asked slowly, his voice smooth as bourbon. “Tonight, we are just two broken souls hiding in plain sight.” Fair. “Then here’s to strangers,” I replied, raising my glass with a shaky hand. “To strangers,” he echoed, clinking his glass against mine.

"The world has followed the Sterling saga closely. Your first book, The Debt, was a fictional exploration of financial secrets. Now, you’ve released The New Contract, a book about two people rebuilding their lives on total honesty. Is this simply a memoir disguised as fiction?" I smiled, meeting her gaze steadily. "Every writer draws from life, but this book is much broader than the Sterling saga. The New Contract is about the universal human need for genuine connection after experiencing profound betrayal. It’s about the work required to shift from a foundation built on lies to one built on absolute transparency."

Maybe strangers. I buried my face in the pillow. “What’s going to become of me now?” I whispered to no one. I closed my eyes, wishing everything could just stop. The scandal. The whispers. My life. Everything. The phone kept buzzing over and over again, louder this time. I didn’t move. I was too scared to take it. I just wanted to disappear, vanish. I just lay there, trembling, the headlines still screaming in my mind, and for the first time, I couldn’t see a way out.

Unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar, as though I’d seen it before. I sighed and brushed off the uneasy feeling, stepping out of the car and heading toward the porch. One, two, three, four rings at the doorbell; no answer. Without hesitation, I slipped my hand beneath the doormat and retrieved the spare key he always kept there just in case I showed up unannounced. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Then froze. Clothes were scattered across the living room floor. A t-shirt. Shorts. And... panties? I blinked, my brows pulling together as I took a hesitant step forward. At the foot of the stairs, a gown and a bra laid tangled together.

I only want to clear my mind off things, then leave and since I have an escort with me, I'm okay. I walked in together with the guard and shrieked a bit as I was welcomed with the loud boom of song. Gosh, I hate clubs. The first one I had ever gone to resulted me into getting a baby from a stranger. How funny!. And, I'm currently stuck with trying to leave with the jerk. He's so annoying and not close to who a sane girl would want as her boyfriend or baby's daddy.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”