All Chapters of WHERE OUR HEARTS MEET: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Her father turned slightly, still unaware that she was listening. “Make sure the house is clear. No mistakes this time.”Her chest tightened.No mistakes this time?She barely swallowed the gasp that threatened to slip out.They were going to blow up Ethan’s house.Tonight.Her entire body locked up as fear surged through her veins.Ethan had no idea.And if she didn’t do something, he would be dead before morning.She forced herself to breathe evenly, to stay calm, but every instinct inside her was screaming.She had to get out.Now.She glanced at Vincent, who was still on the phone, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside her.Elena turned slowly, her heartbeat hammering so loud she could barely hear her own thoughts.She had seconds to figure this out.And no room for mistakes.***Ethan ran a frustrated hand through his thick, dark hair as he stared at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. The screen remained blank, no calls, no messages. Elena still hadn't re

But Ethan cut her off, his voice a dangerous growl. “You expect me to believe this? After everything?”Her breath caught. “What do you mean, after everything?”Ethan let out a bitter laugh.And then, he let go of her wrist.The loss of contact sent a painful jolt through her, but he didn’t seem to care. He took a slow step back, crossing his arms as his gaze turned cold, calculating.“I was going insane, Elena,” he said, voice low. “I thought something happened to you. I called. I searched. And then I see you standing in my office after days of silence, telling me I’m in danger?” He shook his head, letting out a humorless chuckle. “Forgive me if I don’t just fall at your feet.”Her stomach twisted.She had expected anger. She had expected questions.But this?This hurt.“You think I’m lying,” she whispered, more to herself than him.Ethan didn’t respond.But he didn’t need to.His silence was enough.Tears burned at the back of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Not here. No

For a moment, the words didn’t register. His penthouse. BombedThen everything snapped into focus.Ethan shot to his feet, his chair rolling back and slamming against the desk. “Where’s Elena?” he barked, already grabbing his car keys.“We... we don’t know,” the voice on the other end stammered. "But sir, the damage is..."Ethan didn’t wait to hear the rest. He was already sprinting out of his office.The drive felt endless.The moment Ethan reached the street leading to his building, his stomach twisted into a knot. Flames roared into the night sky, black smoke curling into thick plumes. Fire trucks lined the road, red and blue lights flashing in a chaotic rhythm. A crowd had gathered, their voices a mix of shock and horror.Ethan barely registered them. He slammed the car door shut and pushed through the barricade."Sir! You can't..."The security guard tried to stop him, but one glare from Ethan had the man stepping aside.The penthouse, or what was left of it, was a smoldering

Finally, she exhaled. “Take me home.”Home.The word sent something sharp through his chest.Because he knew...she wasn’t just talking about a place. She was talking about her readiness to be fully his. ***The bedroom of Ethan's mansion was dimly lit, the golden glow from the city skyline slipping through the tall windows, casting soft shadows over the luxurious king-sized bed. He had moved back to his mansion since he lost his penthouse.The air between them was thick, charged with something unspoken yet undeniable.Ethan sat at the edge of the bed, his fingers lightly grazing over his temple, the weight of the night pressing down on him. Elena stood near the window, arms crossed, her silk robe loosely tied around her waist. She wasn’t looking at him...but he knew she felt his gaze on her.He exhaled sharply. "You should sleep."Elena's lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she walked toward him, each step deliberate, her bare feet soundless against the polished marble floor.

“Your daughter teamed up with Vincent to have me.” Ethan’s stare was unrelenting. “Now, Mirian is paying the price.”Richard’s face paled, guilt flashing in his eyes.“You can't be serious” Ethan stood, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp black dress shirt. “You have two choices. You either trust me to handle this, or you get in my way.” His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. “And I don’t recommend the second option.”Richard exhaled sharply, looking away.Ethan gave him a final look before reaching for his phone. It was time to move.Before he could dial, his phone vibrated with an incoming message.Caleb“I received a report that Elena just walked into Vincent’s house.”Ethan froze.His grip tightened around the phone, his breath slowing.No.She wouldn’t.But she did.Ethan’s pulse roared in his ears as his world tilted.She had turned herself in.His hand clenched into a fist.“Elena,” he murmured, his voice filled with something dangerous.Richard looked at him, confused. “What i