All Chapters of Beyond The Time: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The soft hum of city traffic buzzed faintly in the distance as Amanda strode confidently into the private lounge of the upscale café. Her gait was graceful, her posture upright, and the look on her face a stark contrast to the broken, teary-eyed woman Lucas had seen only hours before.She slipped into the booth where Anton and Alina sat, sipping coffee and casually chatting. Alina’s eyes lit up with amusement as she took in Amanda’s impeccable appearance—no bruises, no limp, not a single sign of the woman who had appeared so devastated in front of Lucas.Amanda grinned and waved at the waiter as she slid into the seat across from them. “I’ll have a latte, thanks,” she said cheerfully, before turning back to Anton and Alina. “Well, that was a fun little performance. I think I deserve an award.”Anton chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a satisfied smirk. “You did a spectacular job, Amanda. The look on Lucas’s face when you told him Natasha tried to kill you—it was priceless. He swa

Lucas sat in his darkened apartment, the weight of the recent events pressing down on him. Amanda’s abrupt departure, her family’s withdrawal of support, and his explosive confrontation with Natasha had left him shaken and desperate. His once meticulously crafted life had unraveled in a matter of days, and for the first time in his life, he felt powerless. But there was one glimmer of hope left in the back of his mind—Alina. If he could somehow get her back, maybe, just maybe, he could salvage what was left of his life. He had been ruthless in the past, but Alina had always been the one constant, the prize he had never fully appreciated until it was too late. He had made mistakes, sure, but if he could fix things with her, everything might turn around. His heart skipped a beat when he heard the familiar sound of a knock on his door. Lucas stood up, his pulse racing. Could it be? Could it actually be Alina? He hurried to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it, and when he

Lucas paced restlessly in his living room, the tension in his chest growing tighter with each passing second. The last few days had been nothing short of a nightmare—Amanda had left him, and her family had withdrawn their support, leaving him financially crippled and kicked out of tje company. Everything was falling apart, and the only person he could blame was Natasha.His fists clenched as he thought back to the last conversation with Alina. She had come to his house, and for a fleeting moment, hope had flickered in his chest. He had believed—no, prayed—that she might be giving him another chance. But instead, she had slapped him across the face, accusing him of something unforgivable. Alina had said Natasha gave her evidence of how he murdered her father.The rage had been boiling inside him ever since. How could Natasha do that? How could she betray him after everything they’d been through? He trusted her—he sacrificed everything for her. Now, she had gone behind his back and sold

Alina sat by the window of Anton’s penthouse, watching the raindrops dance down the glass as the city outside bustled with life. But her mind was far away, swirling in a storm of emotions she wasn’t sure how to process. Her phone buzzed on the table, cutting through the quiet that had settled in the room like a heavy blanket. With a hesitant sigh, she reached for it, expecting nothing but the usual business emails or updates.Instead, a single headline stared back at her: "Businessman Lucas Marshall and Natasha Hayes Found Dead in Apparent Murder-Suicide."Alina’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked, trying to comprehend the words, but they blurred in front of her eyes. She read it again, slower this time, letting the weight of the news settle over her.They were gone.Lucas and Natasha—the two people who had betrayed her, shattered her trust, and destroyed her life in the other timeline—were dead. Her first instinct was disbelief. It felt surreal,

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft, golden light across the room, reflecting off the dark wooden furniture. Alina sat by the window, her eyes tracing the city skyline, lost in the gentle hum of the night. She could still feel the weight of the past week, the intensity of Lucas and Natasha’s deaths, and the flood of emotions that followed. Though she knew they had received what they deserved, a part of her still felt a hollow ache, a bittersweet reminder of everything she had been through.Anton’s presence behind her was quiet, yet commanding. He approached slowly, his hands gently grazing her shoulders as he leaned down, brushing his lips against the nape of her neck. “Are you still thinking about them?” he whispered, his voice low and soothing.Alina closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "It's hard not to," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I know I should let it go.""You should," Anton agreed, his hands sliding down her arms, pulling her closer. "They