Signed To Be His Wife - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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Rain fell hard against the villa’s windows, drumming a steady rhythm that matched the pulse in Amara’s ears. She stood alone in the study, staring at the photographs on the wall—Dominic at award galas, Elena beside him, smiling.
She wasn’t jealous anymore. She was curious.
What had Elena really known? How far had she gotten before she was silenced?
A knock broke her thoughts. Dominic entered, his shirt damp from the rain.
“They’re moving faster,” he said. “Tamara intercepted chatter. They’re trying to discredit your statement. Media outlets are being paid to twist your words.”
Amara turned to face him. “Let them try. The people who matter will see the truth.”
“I just want you to know what you’ve started,” he said. “They won’t stop at words. They’ll come for everything.”
“They already did,” she replied. “But I’m still standing.”
Later that morning, Tamara called an emergency meeting.
“We tracked a digital trail from the anonymous letter sent yesterday,” she said. “It bounced through at least sixteen proxy servers. But the final signal came from a property owned by one of Hart Enterprises’ subsidiaries.”
Dominic raised an eyebrow. “Which one?”
“A warehouse outside the city. Listed under a defunct logistics branch.”
Amara leaned forward. “You think they’re hiding there?”
“It’s not a base. It’s a message. They wanted you to trace it.”
Dominic’s jaw clenched. “They’re taunting us.”
Tamara nodded. “But I think it’s also a meeting point. Surveillance picked up two known associates of Clara visiting in the past week. We need to go there. Carefully.”
Dominic stood. “We go tonight.”
Amara’s heart raced. “I’m going too.”
“No,” Dominic said instantly. “It’s too dangerous.”
“You said I’m not just a pawn anymore,” she replied. “Then stop treating me like one.”
He hesitated. Then gave a single nod. “Stay close. Don’t move unless I say.”
The warehouse was a rusted shell of what it once was. Rain pounded the tin roof as the team moved in—Tamara, Dominic, Amara, and two handpicked guards.
Inside, it smelled of oil and dust. Machinery long dead, shadows stretching along the walls.
They moved slowly, flashlights sweeping across empty crates and broken conveyor belts.
Then they found it.
A room sealed with a reinforced steel door. Tamara hacked the keypad. The lock clicked.
Inside was a single chair.
And a recording device.
Dominic pressed play.
A voice filled the room.
Clara.
“If you’ve found this, congratulations. You’re as predictable as ever, Dominic. And you, Amara—how sweet, the poor girl turned crusader. But here’s the truth you still don’t see: this isn’t about power. It’s about control. And control comes from knowing exactly where the cracks are.”
There was a pause.
“Look around you. This is a tomb. Like the one we built for Elena. Like the one we’re building for you.”
The recording ended.
Amara’s stomach twisted.
“She’s not running,” Dominic muttered. “She’s luring us.”
Tamara checked the room. “No explosives. No traps. Just... psychological warfare.”
They left quickly, rain soaking their clothes as they returned to the SUV.
That night, back at the villa, Amara sat by the fire with the journal Elena had left behind. Her eyes scanned the pages again, desperate for something they missed.
And then she found it.
A name circled twice in red ink.
Gideon Vale.
She stood, rushed to Dominic. “This name. Does it mean anything to you?”
Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “Gideon Vale… he was Elena’s mentor at a global financial watchdog firm. He disappeared five years ago. Presumed dead.”
“Maybe he’s not,” Amara said. “Maybe he’s the one Clara’s protecting. Or working for.”
Dominic grabbed the phone. “We find him.”
Three hours later, Tamara returned with results.
“There’s a record of Gideon boarding a private jet two years ago. Destination unknown. But we tracked the tail number. The plane landed in a privately owned island near Seychelles. No manifest. No customs. Ghost flight.”
Dominic stared. “You think he’s alive?”
Tamara nodded. “And off-grid. Very off-grid.”
Amara leaned on the table. “If he’s alive, and he trained Elena… he could know everything.”
“But if he’s in hiding,” Dominic said, “he’s hiding for a reason.”
Amara’s voice was steady. “Then it’s time to bring him out.”
Before dawn, they launched a private intel search with their overseas contacts. A trusted friend of Tamara's, based in Nairobi, confirmed sightings of a man matching Gideon’s profile buying medical supplies under an alias just a month ago.
It was enough.
Dominic made a call.
“Get the jet ready.”
Amara stared at him. “We’re flying out?”
“We’re not waiting anymore. If Gideon Vale has the truth, he’s going to give it to us.”
She nodded.
But as she turned away, she felt a familiar chill.
Someone was still watching.
Even in their safest space…
They weren’t alone.
She wasn’t jealous anymore. She was curious.
What had Elena really known? How far had she gotten before she was silenced?
A knock broke her thoughts. Dominic entered, his shirt damp from the rain.
“They’re moving faster,” he said. “Tamara intercepted chatter. They’re trying to discredit your statement. Media outlets are being paid to twist your words.”
Amara turned to face him. “Let them try. The people who matter will see the truth.”
“I just want you to know what you’ve started,” he said. “They won’t stop at words. They’ll come for everything.”
“They already did,” she replied. “But I’m still standing.”
Later that morning, Tamara called an emergency meeting.
“We tracked a digital trail from the anonymous letter sent yesterday,” she said. “It bounced through at least sixteen proxy servers. But the final signal came from a property owned by one of Hart Enterprises’ subsidiaries.”
Dominic raised an eyebrow. “Which one?”
“A warehouse outside the city. Listed under a defunct logistics branch.”
Amara leaned forward. “You think they’re hiding there?”
“It’s not a base. It’s a message. They wanted you to trace it.”
Dominic’s jaw clenched. “They’re taunting us.”
Tamara nodded. “But I think it’s also a meeting point. Surveillance picked up two known associates of Clara visiting in the past week. We need to go there. Carefully.”
Dominic stood. “We go tonight.”
Amara’s heart raced. “I’m going too.”
“No,” Dominic said instantly. “It’s too dangerous.”
“You said I’m not just a pawn anymore,” she replied. “Then stop treating me like one.”
He hesitated. Then gave a single nod. “Stay close. Don’t move unless I say.”
The warehouse was a rusted shell of what it once was. Rain pounded the tin roof as the team moved in—Tamara, Dominic, Amara, and two handpicked guards.
Inside, it smelled of oil and dust. Machinery long dead, shadows stretching along the walls.
They moved slowly, flashlights sweeping across empty crates and broken conveyor belts.
Then they found it.
A room sealed with a reinforced steel door. Tamara hacked the keypad. The lock clicked.
Inside was a single chair.
And a recording device.
Dominic pressed play.
A voice filled the room.
Clara.
“If you’ve found this, congratulations. You’re as predictable as ever, Dominic. And you, Amara—how sweet, the poor girl turned crusader. But here’s the truth you still don’t see: this isn’t about power. It’s about control. And control comes from knowing exactly where the cracks are.”
There was a pause.
“Look around you. This is a tomb. Like the one we built for Elena. Like the one we’re building for you.”
The recording ended.
Amara’s stomach twisted.
“She’s not running,” Dominic muttered. “She’s luring us.”
Tamara checked the room. “No explosives. No traps. Just... psychological warfare.”
They left quickly, rain soaking their clothes as they returned to the SUV.
That night, back at the villa, Amara sat by the fire with the journal Elena had left behind. Her eyes scanned the pages again, desperate for something they missed.
And then she found it.
A name circled twice in red ink.
Gideon Vale.
She stood, rushed to Dominic. “This name. Does it mean anything to you?”
Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “Gideon Vale… he was Elena’s mentor at a global financial watchdog firm. He disappeared five years ago. Presumed dead.”
“Maybe he’s not,” Amara said. “Maybe he’s the one Clara’s protecting. Or working for.”
Dominic grabbed the phone. “We find him.”
Three hours later, Tamara returned with results.
“There’s a record of Gideon boarding a private jet two years ago. Destination unknown. But we tracked the tail number. The plane landed in a privately owned island near Seychelles. No manifest. No customs. Ghost flight.”
Dominic stared. “You think he’s alive?”
Tamara nodded. “And off-grid. Very off-grid.”
Amara leaned on the table. “If he’s alive, and he trained Elena… he could know everything.”
“But if he’s in hiding,” Dominic said, “he’s hiding for a reason.”
Amara’s voice was steady. “Then it’s time to bring him out.”
Before dawn, they launched a private intel search with their overseas contacts. A trusted friend of Tamara's, based in Nairobi, confirmed sightings of a man matching Gideon’s profile buying medical supplies under an alias just a month ago.
It was enough.
Dominic made a call.
“Get the jet ready.”
Amara stared at him. “We’re flying out?”
“We’re not waiting anymore. If Gideon Vale has the truth, he’s going to give it to us.”
She nodded.
But as she turned away, she felt a familiar chill.
Someone was still watching.
Even in their safest space…
They weren’t alone.
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