Signed To Be His Wife - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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The jet soared into the sky before dawn, slicing through thick clouds as the city below shrank into distant lights. Amara sat beside Dominic, eyes fixed on the swirling gray outside the window, her heart thudding with a mix of fear and fierce determination.
“Do you think Gideon Vale will talk to us?” she asked quietly.
Dominic looked at her, his jaw tight. “He vanished for a reason. But if he loved Elena even half as much as she trusted him, he won’t ignore this.”
They flew for hours, refueling in Nairobi before heading southeast to the private island near Seychelles. The coordinates Tamara’s contact provided led them to a lush, untouched strip of land surrounded by turquoise water.
As the jet descended, Amara spotted only one structure—a small stone cottage nestled deep among the palm trees.
No welcome. No guards. Just silence.
Tamara led the approach with caution, sweeping the area with a handheld detector. Dominic and Amara followed close behind. Every footstep was muffled by thick sand and dense humidity.
When they reached the door, Dominic knocked once.
Nothing.
Then twice more.
Slowly, the door creaked open.
An older man stood there, grizzled and thin, with gray stubble on his chin and eyes as sharp as glass.
“You’ve come far,” he said. “But I’m not the man you think I am.”
Dominic stepped forward. “Gideon Vale?”
The man paused, then opened the door wider. “Not anymore. But come in. We shouldn’t speak outside.”
The inside of the cottage was simple but orderly—books stacked neatly, maps pinned to the wall, files organized on a small desk. It wasn’t the home of a madman. It was the hideout of someone who had spent years preparing.
Gideon sat across from them, hands folded.
“Elena told me if anything ever happened to her, you’d come.” He looked at Dominic. “I didn’t think it would take this long.”
“She died protecting something. We want to know what,” Dominic said.
Gideon’s gaze shifted to Amara. “And who are you?”
Amara straightened. “Her name was on a file they tried to bury. I’m her husband’s wife. A law graduate. A survivor. And someone who’s tired of being hunted.”
Gideon smiled faintly. “Then you’re exactly who I need.”
He revealed it slowly.
The Ghost wasn’t just a person—it was a system. A syndicate of powerful corporate figures, judges, politicians, and military insiders. Gideon had uncovered it during a routine audit ten years ago. When he got too close, he disappeared.
“Elena found me,” he said. “She wanted to expose them, but she underestimated how far they’d go.”
Amara’s voice trembled. “They killed her?”
“She was getting close to the name at the top,” he said. “The man who doesn’t appear on any list, but owns all the lists.”
“Who?” Dominic demanded.
Gideon walked to a drawer and pulled out a file.
He slid it across the table.
Amara opened it.
Inside was a photograph. An older man with sharp features. Graying hair. Cold eyes.
Underneath, the name:
Victor Legrand.
Dominic inhaled sharply. “That’s impossible. He’s a philanthropist. Owns half the hospitals in Europe.”
Gideon nodded. “And he owns half the offshore accounts financing your enemies. He funds ‘rescue’ operations that actually funnel weapons, launder money, and silence whistleblowers. Clara works directly under him.”
Amara’s mind reeled. “Why me? Why target someone like me?”
Gideon hesitated. “Because your father once worked for him. Briefly. Before he tried to report a financial discrepancy. He died in an ‘accident’ two weeks later.”
Amara’s blood went cold. “My father died of a car crash.”
Gideon looked at her sadly. “No. He was silenced. And you—his only child—became a threat when you applied to Hart Enterprises. You were on their radar long before you met Dominic.”
Tears stung Amara’s eyes.
All this time, her past hadn’t been random. It had been chosen.
As the sun began to set, Gideon handed them a USB drive.
“This contains every record I’ve collected. Names, locations, financial trails. But it’s encrypted. It needs to be decrypted with two separate codes—one I’ll give you now. The second…” He paused. “Elena had it. I don’t know where she kept it.”
Dominic and Amara exchanged a look.
“There was a pendant,” Amara said. “She wore it in every photo. I remember thinking it looked out of place.”
Gideon nodded slowly. “She used to joke that her heart was her vault.”
“Do you think the code’s inside?”
“If Elena hid something, she wouldn’t make it obvious. That pendant might be the key.”
They left the island just after midnight, USB drive secured in a protected case. Tamara contacted their team back home to begin locating Elena’s personal belongings—including that pendant.
In the jet, Amara sat beside Dominic, silent.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I feel like… everything I believed about my life was a lie.”
He placed a hand over hers. “Then maybe it’s time to start writing your own story.”
She looked at him. “With you?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Always.”
The sky outside was still dark, but a faint glow broke along the edge.
A new dawn was coming.
And this time, they wouldn’t run.
“Do you think Gideon Vale will talk to us?” she asked quietly.
Dominic looked at her, his jaw tight. “He vanished for a reason. But if he loved Elena even half as much as she trusted him, he won’t ignore this.”
They flew for hours, refueling in Nairobi before heading southeast to the private island near Seychelles. The coordinates Tamara’s contact provided led them to a lush, untouched strip of land surrounded by turquoise water.
As the jet descended, Amara spotted only one structure—a small stone cottage nestled deep among the palm trees.
No welcome. No guards. Just silence.
Tamara led the approach with caution, sweeping the area with a handheld detector. Dominic and Amara followed close behind. Every footstep was muffled by thick sand and dense humidity.
When they reached the door, Dominic knocked once.
Nothing.
Then twice more.
Slowly, the door creaked open.
An older man stood there, grizzled and thin, with gray stubble on his chin and eyes as sharp as glass.
“You’ve come far,” he said. “But I’m not the man you think I am.”
Dominic stepped forward. “Gideon Vale?”
The man paused, then opened the door wider. “Not anymore. But come in. We shouldn’t speak outside.”
The inside of the cottage was simple but orderly—books stacked neatly, maps pinned to the wall, files organized on a small desk. It wasn’t the home of a madman. It was the hideout of someone who had spent years preparing.
Gideon sat across from them, hands folded.
“Elena told me if anything ever happened to her, you’d come.” He looked at Dominic. “I didn’t think it would take this long.”
“She died protecting something. We want to know what,” Dominic said.
Gideon’s gaze shifted to Amara. “And who are you?”
Amara straightened. “Her name was on a file they tried to bury. I’m her husband’s wife. A law graduate. A survivor. And someone who’s tired of being hunted.”
Gideon smiled faintly. “Then you’re exactly who I need.”
He revealed it slowly.
The Ghost wasn’t just a person—it was a system. A syndicate of powerful corporate figures, judges, politicians, and military insiders. Gideon had uncovered it during a routine audit ten years ago. When he got too close, he disappeared.
“Elena found me,” he said. “She wanted to expose them, but she underestimated how far they’d go.”
Amara’s voice trembled. “They killed her?”
“She was getting close to the name at the top,” he said. “The man who doesn’t appear on any list, but owns all the lists.”
“Who?” Dominic demanded.
Gideon walked to a drawer and pulled out a file.
He slid it across the table.
Amara opened it.
Inside was a photograph. An older man with sharp features. Graying hair. Cold eyes.
Underneath, the name:
Victor Legrand.
Dominic inhaled sharply. “That’s impossible. He’s a philanthropist. Owns half the hospitals in Europe.”
Gideon nodded. “And he owns half the offshore accounts financing your enemies. He funds ‘rescue’ operations that actually funnel weapons, launder money, and silence whistleblowers. Clara works directly under him.”
Amara’s mind reeled. “Why me? Why target someone like me?”
Gideon hesitated. “Because your father once worked for him. Briefly. Before he tried to report a financial discrepancy. He died in an ‘accident’ two weeks later.”
Amara’s blood went cold. “My father died of a car crash.”
Gideon looked at her sadly. “No. He was silenced. And you—his only child—became a threat when you applied to Hart Enterprises. You were on their radar long before you met Dominic.”
Tears stung Amara’s eyes.
All this time, her past hadn’t been random. It had been chosen.
As the sun began to set, Gideon handed them a USB drive.
“This contains every record I’ve collected. Names, locations, financial trails. But it’s encrypted. It needs to be decrypted with two separate codes—one I’ll give you now. The second…” He paused. “Elena had it. I don’t know where she kept it.”
Dominic and Amara exchanged a look.
“There was a pendant,” Amara said. “She wore it in every photo. I remember thinking it looked out of place.”
Gideon nodded slowly. “She used to joke that her heart was her vault.”
“Do you think the code’s inside?”
“If Elena hid something, she wouldn’t make it obvious. That pendant might be the key.”
They left the island just after midnight, USB drive secured in a protected case. Tamara contacted their team back home to begin locating Elena’s personal belongings—including that pendant.
In the jet, Amara sat beside Dominic, silent.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I feel like… everything I believed about my life was a lie.”
He placed a hand over hers. “Then maybe it’s time to start writing your own story.”
She looked at him. “With you?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Always.”
The sky outside was still dark, but a faint glow broke along the edge.
A new dawn was coming.
And this time, they wouldn’t run.
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