LOGINThe next morning, Amara woke up with a smile.Not just any smile.The kind of smile that made her cheeks hurt.She stared at the ceiling.Then at her hand.Then back at the ceiling.Slowly, she lifted her left hand.The ring sparkled beautifully in the morning sunlight.She stared at it.Again.And again.And again.She still couldn't believe it."I'm engaged."She whispered the words to herself.Then she covered her face with both hands."Oh my God."She was getting married.To Alexander.Alexander Green.The man who had once been so emotionally unavailable that getting a smile out of him felt like winning a national award.Now that same man had gotten down on one knee in a restaurant and asked her to spend the rest of her life with him.Amara smiled.Then suddenly—Her eyes widened."Wait."She sat up."Marriage."The smile disappeared."Oh my God."She was actually getting married.Downstairs...Alexander sat at the dining table with a cup of coffee.He looked unusually calm.Too c
Alexander had planned everything.At least...That was what he told himself.The restaurant was perfect.The table was perfect.The flowers were perfect.Even the ring was safely hidden inside his jacket.Everything was under control.Or so he thought."Alexander."He looked up.Amara was staring at him."What?""You've been staring at the same menu for ten minutes."Alexander glanced down.He was, in fact, holding the menu upside down.He immediately turned it around."I was thinking."Amara raised an eyebrow."About food?""Yes.""While holding the menu upside down?"Alexander paused."...It's a new technique."Amara burst out laughing.Alexander couldn't help smiling.This wasn't how he had imagined the evening beginning.But then again...Nothing involving Amara ever went exactly according to plan.The waiter approached their table."Good evening. May I take your order?"Alexander looked at Amara."You first."Amara studied the menu."Hmm..."She looked thoughtful.Alexander waite
The morning after the chaos of the previous weeks felt strangely normal.Almost too normal.Amara sat by the large window in the living room, staring outside while slowly eating a bowl of fruit.The city looked peaceful from here.Cars moved along the road.People hurried to work.The sun shone brightly between the clouds.It was difficult to believe that just a few days ago, their lives had been turned upside down.The media.The company.Alexander's uncle.The police.The mysterious threats.Everything seemed to be settling down.At least for now.Amara sighed softly.She placed her spoon down.Her thoughts had been wandering again."You're doing it again."Amara jumped.She turned around.Alexander stood behind her.She frowned."Doing what?"He walked toward her slowly."Thinking too loudly."Amara stared at him."How does someone think loudly?"Alexander pulled out the chair beside her and sat down."You."She rolled her eyes."That's not an answer.""It's the only one you're get
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains.For the first time in weeks...There were no reporters outside.No flashing cameras.No loud phone calls from the board.The house felt...Peaceful.It was almost suspicious.Alexander slowly opened his eyes.The space beside him was empty.He frowned."Amara?"No answer.He sat up immediately.The blanket was still warm.She couldn't have gone far.He walked downstairs.Silence.Kitchen?Empty.Living room?Nothing.Garden?No sign of her.His heartbeat quickened."Lucas!"Lucas stumbled out of the guest room, his hair a complete mess."What happened?""I can't find Amara."Lucas blinked."...You woke me up for that?""She's gone."Lucas rubbed his eyes."Did you check the kitchen?""Yes.""The balcony?""Yes.""The garden?""Yes."Lucas sighed dramatically."You know... most people start with 'good morning.'"Just then—A sleepy voice came from behind them."What are you two shouting about?"Both men turned at the same time.Ama
Alexander stared at the folded sheet of paper in his hands.The three names written on it refused to make sense.One of them...He knew.One of them...He trusted.And the last...He had never imagined would be connected to his mother's death.His breathing became uneven.For the first time in years, the man who always had an answer... had none.His uncle watched him quietly."I warned you."Alexander slowly looked up."If this is another one of your games...""It isn't."The older man's voice was unusually serious."The truth is ugly, Alexander.""It always has been."Alexander folded the paper carefully and slipped it into the inside pocket of his coat."I'm leaving."His uncle nodded."But remember...""The people behind those names don't lose."Alexander paused at the door.Without turning back, he replied,"They've never met a man with nothing left to fear."Then he walked out.Outside the interrogation room, Lucas stood immediately."What happened?"Alexander remained silent.Lu
Alexander's world had stopped spinning.His uncle's words echoed endlessly inside his head."Your mother was murdered."He remained standing, both hands pressed firmly against the interrogation table.His breathing was slow.Too slow.The kind of breathing a man used when he was desperately trying not to lose control.Across from him, his uncle watched silently.Almost... patiently.Like a hunter waiting for his prey to walk into the trap.Alexander finally spoke."If you're lying..."His voice was calm.Dangerously calm."...I'll make sure you never see daylight again."The older man smiled."You've always had your father's temper.""My father never threatened people.""No."A pause."He simply buried his anger."Alexander clenched his fists."My mother's name."The words came through gritted teeth."You don't get to speak about her unless you're telling me the truth."His uncle's smile faded.For the first time, genuine seriousness crossed his face."I loved your mother too."Alexan
The silence didn’t last long.Because this time—It wasn’t just tension filling the room.It was fear.Real, pressing fear.Amara stood there, her breathing uneven, her hand still pressed firmly against her stomach like it was the only thing holding her steady.Alexander didn’t move.But his entire
The next morning felt… wrong.Not in a loud, obvious way.Nothing was broken.Nothing had changed physically.But something inside Amara felt completely out of place.The kind of wrong that sits quietly in your chest and refuses to leave.She sat on the edge of her bed, her phone resting loosely in
Six months later.The city looked different from the top floor of Alexander’s office building.Not because the buildings had changed.Not because the streets had moved.But because life itself had shifted in ways Alexander hadn’t expected.The large windows behind his desk overlooked the busy downt
The sound of police sirens grew louder outside the warehouse.At first, it was faint—like a distant warning carried by the wind from the harbor.But within seconds, the sound became unmistakable.Victor’s calm expression vanished.“You idiot,” he snapped sharply, his glare cutting toward Adrian. “Y







