Aurelia swallowed hard, the taste of ashes in her mouth. Then Nahir's voice, so gentle and persuasive, returned to her mind: "I was only begging him not to divorce you." "I never wanted to hurt anyone." "He attacked me."She frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. At the time, those words had sounded utterly sincere, genuine. Now, they seemed meticulously chosen, crafted with an unnerving precision. "Why did you say everything in that specific way, Nahir?"She wondered, a cold suspicion surfacing. Aurelia's expression tightened, a hard glint in her eyes. "Why did you make yourself appear so utterly helpless?"But almost immediately, she shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought. "No. I'm overthinking this. I'm letting my imagination run wild."She still couldn't bring herself to accuse Nahir, not yet. She had no concrete proof, no solid evidence to back these unsettling doubts. But she could no longer blindly believe him either. The comfortable certainty she once felt had shattered

The call connected on the third ring, echoing in the quiet luxury of Nahir's hotel room. He did not speak right away, preferring to stand alone by the window, his gaze sweeping over the glittering city lights below as a single, disquieting thought gnawed at his composure: Aurelia was unmistakably changing.Ever since she had stumbled upon that medical report, a subtle but persistent shift had occurred within her. She was now asking probing questions, inquiries she had never dared to voice before, and she had stopped accepting his carefully crafted explanations with her usual immediate trust.Even when her expression suggested belief, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes betrayed a deeper, unsettling doubt that had not existed before.And then, there was the phone – the old, supposedly innocuous device he had tried to dismiss as mere business equipment. Nahir's jaw tightened, a muscle clenching beneath his skin.He had told her it was an old business phone, a plausible lie she had rel

Nahir's eyes flashed with a dangerous, primal anger. "You do not possess the authority to refuse my direct orders," he hissed, his control slipping."This operation," Tiger Bro retorted, his voice chillingly calm, "is no longer about mere money." The unexpected answer silenced Nahir completely, robbing him of a response.Tiger Bro continued, his words slow and deliberate. "If I make any move against Clara now, they will instantly know my precise location.""Who are 'they'?" Nahir demanded, his voice urgent, a new, unsettling fear creeping into it.Tiger Bro offered no answer, the silence on the line stretching, becoming an agonizing wait.Nahir's impatience flared. "Who is actively searching for you, Tiger Bro?"he pressed, his voice taut.Only the faint static of the connection answered him."Tiger Bro," Nahir called out again, his voice rising, a desperate plea for information. Still, the other end remained frustratingly silent, a wall of unnerving calm.Nahir's voice dropped, becom

Alexander had possessed everything a young man could desire: immense wealth, undeniable influence, unwavering protection, and a family so powerful they commanded deference from countless individuals. Yet, he had abandoned it all, every single gilded advantage, for one singular reason. Aurelia."I left for a reason, a very specific reason," Alexander said quietly, his voice now imbued with a quiet intensity. "My family's stifling influence was precisely what I was so desperate to escape."The butler, understanding the depth of his master’s convictions, remained respectfully silent. Alexander’s gaze drifted toward the window, fixed on some distant, unseen point."I never wanted Aurelia to love me because of my family's prestigious name or their vast fortune. I wanted her to love me for who I truly was, for the man I had become."His voice remained calm, almost serene, yet a faint, bitter undercurrent of resentment rippled beneath his words. "I needed to know, without a shadow of a doub

Alexander, however, did not. A man so deeply connected to a meticulously planned kidnapping, an operation that nearly cost him his life, should not possess a history this impossibly perfect.He slowly closed the file, his decision clear. "Then you are not looking at the real identity," he stated, his voice cutting through the quiet.The Crime Boss frowned, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What precisely do you mean by that, Mr. Kane?""Nahir's history is simply too clean, too flawless," Alexander replied, tapping the file once, a single, sharp sound. "Find out where this current identity actually begins."The Crime Boss immediately understood the chilling implication. "Are you suggesting the identity itself might be entirely fabricated?" he asked, his voice low with dawning horror."I am suggesting," Alexander countered, his gaze intense, "that someone may have meticulously constructed it for him."The investigation immediately went deeper, peeling back layers of carefully constructed