I remained staring at the wall “do you want him to die?”Someone is watching me definitely- this is the only thing that has been running in my head.I spent hours searching my apartment, tearing through every inch of it, looking for the hidden cameras I know must be here. I checked every nook and cranny, every crevice and corner, but I found nothing. The cameras, if they’re here, are too well-hidden. I can’t find them, and that makes everything so much worse. It means that someone is watching me, controlling me, and I have no way of stopping them. I finally gave up, collapsing onto the floor again, my body wracked with exhaustion and grief. I’ve been running on empty for days, and the toll it’s taken on me is evident. I’m weak, physically and mentally. I haven’t slept properly, I haven’t eaten, and I can feel myself slipping away, my sanity hanging by a thread.But I can’t give in. I can’t let them win. Whoever is doing this, they want to break me, they want to destroy me. But I won’
I refused to leave Ryan’s side, not even for a second. Every breath he took, every twitch of his fingers, I watched with an intensity that bordered on obsession. The gun in my bag was a constant reminder of how desperate I had become. I wanted to end this nightmare, to put a stop to the fear that had taken over my life. But most of all, I wanted to protect Ryan. It had been days since I last slept properly, my body running on nothing but adrenaline and sheer determination. I couldn’t let anything happen to him, not while I was there to prevent it. But as the hours dragged on, I could feel exhaustion creeping in, dulling my senses, making it harder to stay focused.Ryan, even in his weakened state, noticed. “Amira,” he said softly, his voice a raspy whisper, “you need to rest. You can’t keep going like this.”“I’m fine,” I lied, shaking my head. But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t true. The truth was, I was terrified—terrified of what might happen if I wasn’t there, if I let my gu
“We need to get out of here,” Daniel said, his voice cutting through my thoughts. “It’s not safe.”I didn’t argue. I couldn’t stand to be in that apartment a moment longer. We hurried out, locking the door behind us, and made our way back to Daniel’s car.The drive back to his house was tense, both of us on high alert, scanning the streets for any sign of danger. But once again, the streets were quiet, almost too quiet.When we finally arrived back at Daniel’s place, I felt a small sense of relief, but the fear and anxiety were still there, gnawing at me. We were one step closer to finding out who was behind this, but we were still far from having all the answers.Inside, Daniel immediately set to work analyzing the cameras. He was good with tech, one of the many reasons I had trusted him to help me. As he connected the cameras to his computer, I watched anxiously, my heart pounding in my chest.After a few minutes, he turned to me, his expression grim. “These cameras are high-end, pr
On the other side of the horizon,The mysterious man,The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.I was sitting in my grand office, the leather chair creaking under my weight as I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the screen in front of me. I ordered my assistant, John, to cancel all my meetings and programs. We had been in Italy for business, but now my focus had shifted back to Arizona. I had something more pressing to attend to.As I watched the footage of her apartment, my heart raced with anticipation. My men had informed me that she had gone to the hospital first, then returned to her apartment with
The mysterious man,Amira, Amira, Amira… my mind is intoxicated by her. Staring at my phone's screen saver, her photo fills the screen, and I begin to dream about the time we slept together.Whenever I landed, I went straight to my office in Arizona, checking in on the various operations running under Venom’s vast network. Deals were progressing as expected, shipments were on schedule, and new clients were being brought into the fold. But none of it mattered as much as her.That night, as I watched her return to her apartment, my pulse quickened. She was alone and she was back where she belonged. I prepared the gas, waiting for the moment when she would fall asleep. It didn’t take long. The stress, the fear, it was wearing her down, and she was slipping into bed earlier and earlier each night.I watched as her eyes closed, as her breathing slowed. When I was certain she was asleep, I activated the gas, waited a few minutes, then made my move.The door to her apartment opened silently,
The mysterious man,Amira, Amira, Amira… my mind is intoxicated by her. Staring at my phone's screen saver, her photo fills the screen, and I begin to dream about the time we slept together.Whenever I landed, I went straight to my office in Arizona, checking in on the various operations running under Venom’s vast network. Deals were progressing as expected, shipments were on schedule, and new clients were being brought into the fold. But none of it mattered as much as her.That night, as I watched her return to her apartment, my pulse quickened. She was alone and she was back where she belonged. I prepared the gas, waiting for the moment when she would fall asleep. It didn’t take long. The stress, the fear, it was wearing her down, and she was slipping into bed earlier and earlier each night.I watched as her eyes closed, as her breathing slowed. When I was certain she was asleep, I activated the gas, waited a few minutes, then made my move.The door to her apartment opened silently,
I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts that wouldn’t let me rest. I hadn't slept a wink, not with everything that was running through my head. The darkness outside mirrored the darkness in my thoughts as I tried to piece together a plan to expose and punish the person behind all of this. The one who had turned my life upside down, who had tried to tear Ryan away from me.Daniel had been so kind, letting me stay here, trying to protect me in his own way. But I couldn’t let him be a part of what I was planning. This was my fight, and I had to finish it on my own terms. I got up quietly, careful not to wake him. As I moved through the dim light of his apartment, I felt a sharp resolve settle in my chest. I had made up my mind. Slipping out of his place without a word, I found myself on the familiar streets, heading toward a bar I knew well. I needed a way to draw him out, to force his hand, and I knew exactly how to do it. I needed bait, and it wouldn’t be Dan
I stared at the tattoo on the man’s hand as it tightened around the gun, the letter "V" standing out sharply against his skin. My heart pounded as recognition struck me like a lightning bolt. “Aiden?” I whispered, my voice barely escaping my lips.He didn’t say anything at firstAs I faced him, everything I knew—everything I thought I knew—came crashing down. My husband. The man I once loved, trusted, and believed in. He stood before me, his expression unreadable, his eyes cold and dark, so different from the man I had married .“How…how could you?” My voice broke, tears welling up in my eyes as I took a step back, my legs threatening to give way beneath me.Aiden’s gaze didn’t waver. Instead, he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. His presence was suffocating, his shadow looming over me like a dark cloud. “Why are you so surprised, Amira?” he said, his voice low, almost mocking. “You must have known, deep down. You’re not stupid.”“I trusted you,” I choked out, my v
The next day, I was at the hospital, busy with my rounds when my phone buzzed. It was Mia, calling me in a tone that dripped with anger.“Amira, what the hell did you do?” she snapped before I could even say hello. Her voice was filled with accusation, and I could almost feel the heat of her frustration through the phone.“What are you talking about, Mia?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “What did I do?”“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Ryan is devastated, Amira. You’ve really hurt him this time,” she said, her words like sharp daggers. “By the way, congratulations on all the likes your post is getting. You and Aiden look so cozy, practically made for each other.”The line went dead before I could say another word. I stood there, frozen for a moment, confusion and panic washing over me. What post? What was Mia talking about? My pulse quickened as I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram.There it was—a post of me and Aiden, arms wrapped tightly around each other, o
The air between us was thick with tension as Aiden closed the door behind him. His eyes burned with a possessive intensity, and before I could even register what was happening, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him, his grip firm and unyielding. His mouth crashed down onto mine, urgent and demanding, and my immediate instinct was to push him away. I pressed my hands against his chest, clamping my mouth shut, but it only seemed to fuel him more.“Stop it, Aiden,” I managed to say, turning my head to the side to escape his lips. But he was relentless. His hand snaked up to my neck, and he gripped a fistful of my hair, yanking it just enough to bring my face back to him, forcing me to look into his darkened gaze. His voice was low and dangerously soft as he murmured, “I’m showing you that I own you, Amira.”I clenched my lips together, determined not to give him the satisfaction of my compliance. He kissed me again, harder this time, his mouth moving against mine with a hu
As I sat at the dining table, I couldn’t help but notice the tension thickening in the air. Aiden stormed into the mansion wearing his perfectly tailored suit, but his face carried a look of cold fury. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned with an unspoken anger. He glanced at me with a scowl before heading upstairs without a word. I watched him disappear down the hall, utterly confused about what had triggered his sudden temper.I turned back to my dinner, but the curiosity gnawed at me. What could have possibly happened to make him so furious? Aiden returned after a few minutes, freshly showered, and looking more composed. He strode down the stairs, his steps purposeful, his hair slightly damp, and his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His mother, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, instructed the servants to serve him dinner.As he settled at the table across from me, the tension was palpable. He began eating in a calm, almost too measured
L following day at the hospital, I was already feeling the strain of having my personal bodyguard shadowing me everywhere. Every step I took, there he was, a few paces behind, his stern gaze making my every move feel scrutinized. It was as if Aiden’s reach extended beyond the confines of our home, clutching me tightly even here. I desperately needed some space, and my irritation was starting to show.As I was tending to one of the pediatric patients, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Eva. I quickly excused myself and stepped out into the hallway, pressing the phone to my ear. “Eva? Is everything okay?”“Amira, I just wanted to check on you. How are you doing?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of concern. “You’re really working in that hospital in Italy now?”“Yes,” I replied, glancing back at the bodyguard who stood near the corner, pretending not to eavesdrop but clearly listening. “I’m fine, just adjusting to everything here.”“Adjusting?” Eva’s tone became more skeptical.
At dinner, the atmosphere was a blend of tension and a strange sense of belonging I hadn’t quite felt in a while. Aiden’s mother, a warm and elegant woman with a gentle demeanor, was seated across from me. She looked at me with an encouraging smile as she asked, “How was your first day, dear? You must have had quite the challenge working in a new country.”I took a deep breath, setting my fork down. “It was… different,” I admitted, a small smile creeping onto my lips. “But I managed. The language barrier was difficult, but I’m learning.”She nodded, clearly pleased. “I’m proud of you,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “It takes courage to adapt so quickly.”A rush of pride filled my chest, and I couldn’t help but cast a quick glance at Aiden, who sat at the head of the table, casually eating as if the whole conversation was of little interest to him. He didn’t look up, his focus solely on his meal, and it only made my resolve harden. At least his mother was proud of me, and that
The morning of my first day working at the hospital in Italy, I woke up with a strange mix of eagerness and anxiety. The air in the mansion felt heavy, almost suffocating, as if reminding me that I wasn’t here by choice. I sat at the edge of the bed, pulling on my slippers with a sense of determination. Working at the hospital was my one opportunity to feel some sense of normalcy, even if it came with strings attached.I headed downstairs holding Leo in my hand and handed over to his mom to take care of him. where Aiden was casually seated at the dining table, sipping his coffee as though he didn’t have a care in the world. His presence filled the room in a way that made me feel small and insignificant, even though I wasn’t about to let him see that. Marco, my assigned bodyguard, was already waiting by the door, dressed in a black tuxedo that seemed completely out of place for a hospital.As I picked up my bag, Aiden glanced up at me with that familiar controlling look in his eyes. “Y
I sat on the couch with Leo nestled in my lap, his small body curled up as I ran my fingers through his soft fur. The house felt unusually quiet, save for the occasional ticking of the wall clock. Aiden had just finished getting ready to leave for the hospital, his keys jingling in his hand as he strode toward the door. There was a finality in his movements, like he was already in his own world, where I didn’t matter. And for some reason, that bothered me.I glanced at the clock again and then at Leo, who seemed perfectly content to lie there and bask in the moment. Something inside me stirred—a resolve I wasn’t sure I had before. I couldn’t just sit here every day while my career and life slipped away. I needed to do something, to reclaim a sense of normalcy, of independence.Before I could overthink it, I called out to Aiden, my voice breaking the stillness of the room. “Aiden.”He stopped, halfway out the door, and turned back with a look of mild surprise. I almost never called him
The next morning, I woke to the soft tickle of a small, warm tongue licking my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Leo’s tiny face staring at me, his big brown eyes full of curiosity and affection. He let out a little whine and limped slightly as he moved closer, nudging my hand with his nose. It was as if he was trying to wake me up properly, to start the day together. I reached out and stroked his fur gently, feeling a pang of worry as I noticed the slight limp from the previous day’s accident.“Good morning, little one,” I whispered, lifting him up and kissing the top of his head. His tail wagged weakly, but there was a spark of life in his eyes that made me smile.As I got up, I noticed Aiden stirring on the couch. He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck and wincing in pain. Sleeping on that couch hadn’t done him any favors, and it was evident by the irritated grimace on his face. He caught sight of Leo and me cuddling together, his expression darkening. For a moment, I saw a fl
I gently patted the soft fur on Leo’s little head as he nuzzled into my hand. He had bright, curious eyes and a coat of fluffy white and brown patches. I had spent the last hour crafting a makeshift bed for him out of a wicker basket I found in the storage room, lining it with soft blankets to keep him warm. Placing it on the bed where Aiden usually slept felt like a small act of defiance. If he wanted to control everything, he would have to share the bed—at least with Leo.Leo seemed to be enjoying himself, playfully pawing at my fingers. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a genuine smile tug at my lips. I wasn’t thinking about Aiden, or the nightmare my life had become. I was just focused on this tiny creature who seemed to love me unconditionally.The door clicked open, and I looked up to see Aiden walk in. His eyes took in the scene before him—me sitting on the bed with Leo curled up next to me, clearly marking his territory. Aiden’s jaw tightened for a moment, b