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Including Jennie.
This isn’t about business anymore. It’s personal.
Zalar nods. “We don’t know why yet.”
I hand the tablet back to Zalar and straighten my suit. My jaw’s still tight, blood still hot—but I’m not letting whoever this snake is ruin tonight. Not this moment.
“I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” I say, my voice low and final. “For tonight, I’m finishing my date with my wife.”
Zalar’s eyes flicker. For a second, he looks like he might argue, but he catches himself.
“Yes, Boss,” he says, stepping back.
The shock on his face is almost amusing. He’s seen me kill a man with my bare hands, but God forbid I sit through one candlelit dinner like a normal fucking husband.
I don’t wait for him to say more. I turn and walk out, the weight of betrayal still sitting in my chest—but heavier than that is the thought of her sitting alone out there. Jennie.
I’m not giving whoever this traitor is the satisfaction of taking her from me—not even for a second. Not tonight.
Chapter 13 – Jennie
I wake up to silence.
Not the peaceful kind. The kind that’s thick with tension—heavy and suspicious.
The sheets beside me are cold. Adrian’s side of the bed is empty. After the beautiful date we had last night, I agreed he could spend the night with me if he stayed on his side of the bed. To my disappointment, he did. But right now, that side is cold.
I pull on one of the robes from the closet, not bothering with anything else, and slip down the hallway barefoot, calling his name softly. No answer.
He’s gone.
I search the terrace, the dining room, the library. Even the damn wine cellar. But nothing. Not a single guard knows—or maybe they’re just trained not to tell me.
I feel like a prisoner all over again.
It’s already morning, the sun high enough to flood the estate in golden light, but all it does is expose the hollowness inside me.
Last night, something shifted between us. He held me like I was something precious, kissed me like I was something more. And I let him. I wanted to.
But then Zalar interrupted. Adrian walked away. And just like always, he locked the doors to his thoughts and vanished.
I tried. God knows I begged him for answers. I know it’s about Adrian, I feel it in my bones, but Adrian did not confirm or deny.
“What is it?” I had asked. “What did Zalar say?”
His only response: “I’m not sure yet. I’ll tell you when I am.”
That was hours ago. Now he’s just…gone.
And I’m here pacing, alone, desperate, and half-certain something terrible is coming. Again.
I press my palm to the cold glass of the window overlooking the front gates.
I don’t know what scares me more—whatever that intel was last night…or the silence he’s left me in this morning.
I’m done waiting.
If Adrian won’t tell me what’s going on, I’ll find out myself.
