Signed To Be His Wife - Chapter 20: Chapter 20
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The train to Zurich sliced through the snow-capped Alps like a knife through silk.
Amara sat beside Dominic, the chill outside clashing with the fire inside her. In her hand were two encrypted drives—Elena’s and Victor’s—now paired with Gideon’s code. The key to unlocking the vault of sins they’d chased for months.
Across from them, Tamara reviewed their false identities one last time while Nolan double-checked their gear. Each of them wore layered coats, earpieces, and the weight of what they were about to do.
Zurich wasn’t just another city on the map—it was the final threshold.
“What happens after this?” Amara asked quietly.
Dominic glanced at her. “We bring everything down. And we deal with whoever tries to stop us.”
She nodded. But in her gut, she knew: exposure wasn’t the end.
It was the beginning.
The Zurich estate loomed on the outskirts of the city, nestled in the mountains like a silent predator.
It was a former intelligence research center, officially decommissioned. But the servers beneath it hummed with secrets, watched over by armed mercenaries and biometric security protocols.
They arrived at night.
Gideon was already there, hacking into the estate’s blind spots from a hidden ridge nearby. His voice crackled in Amara’s ear. “I’ve got a ten-minute blackout window on the cameras. After that, we’re ghosts.”
Dominic nodded to the team. “Let’s move.”
Nolan cut through the perimeter fence. They slipped through shadow and fog, silent and precise. Amara’s breath was tight in her chest. Her boots hit the concrete floor of the underground corridor like echoes of a countdown.
Inside, the vault was protected by a biometric pad.
Amara stepped forward.
She placed Elena’s chip into the reader, then Victor’s. The device beeped.
“Final signature,” Gideon said, appearing from the shadows. “Mine.”
He pressed his hand to the scanner.
Green light.
The door hissed open.
Rows upon rows of black servers filled the vault.
Cold air pumped through the room like a morgue.
Tamara began backing up files instantly. Nolan set trip-mines near the entrance. Dominic stood guard with a rifle.
Amara watched the data stream across the monitor.
Names.
Payments.
Murders.
Tapes.
Everything Project Atlas had done was here. Not just Victor. Not just Hart Enterprises. But senators. CEOs. Royalty.
And somewhere in the middle of it all—her father’s name.
Amara’s hands trembled as she opened the file.
OPERATION SILENCER – TARGET: BEN COLE
It was all there.
Her father had uncovered Project Atlas during his final year as a legal analyst. He had tried to whistleblow. A fake car crash silenced him. The man responsible: Marcus Flint.
The same man who’d tried to kidnap her in the city.
Her heart shattered.
Dominic moved to her side. “You okay?”
She nodded slowly. “Now I know why they wanted me silent.”
She copied the file onto a separate encrypted drive. “This truth belongs to the world.”
Suddenly, the security feed blinked.
Red.
Tamara cursed. “We’ve got company. The blackout ended early.”
Gideon snarled. “Someone must’ve tipped them off.”
Footsteps thundered above. Radio static crackled through the vault.
“Lock the room,” Dominic ordered.
Steel shutters began descending over the door.
But a voice rang out through the loudspeaker.
“Dominic Hart. Amara Cole. You’re both wanted for theft, espionage, and treason. Surrender, or we breach.”
Victor.
He had come himself.
Dominic’s jaw clenched. “Coward sends men until it’s personal.”
Amara stood tall. “Then let’s make it personal.”
She stepped to the central console.
“Gideon. Stream everything. Live.”
Gideon looked at her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Everyone needs to see it now. Every crime. Every lie. No more shadows.”
Tamara began the stream. Global news feeds. Hidden whistleblower forums. Encrypted social networks.
One by one, screens around the world lit up with truth.
Outside, Victor watched in horror as a giant LED billboard across Zurich displayed one of his own voice recordings:
“Kill him. If he speaks, we all burn.”
It was his order.
The camera feed shifted to a secret board meeting between global elites, approving assassinations, trafficking routes, and coverups.
Victor’s men hesitated.
They were watching the fall of their employer in real-time.
Inside, Dominic turned to Amara.
“If we don’t make it out—”
“Don’t,” she whispered. “We will.”
She kissed him—fiercely. The kind of kiss that said: even if the world ends, this was worth it.
Suddenly, an explosion rocked the facility.
Nolan grinned. “That’s our ride.”
Smoke filled the vault as the back wall caved in—Tamara’s team had blown an escape route.
They ran through smoke, fire, and sirens.
Behind them, the truth kept streaming.
The world was watching.
HOURS LATER – A SAFEHOUSE IN AUSTRIA
They were bruised, coughing, but alive.
Gideon slumped into a chair. “You did it. The whole thing’s out. Governments are scrambling. Interpol already issued a warrant for Victor.”
Tamara high-fived Amara. “Girl, you’re a legend.”
Amara collapsed into Dominic’s arms. “It’s over.”
He k
issed her temple. “No. It’s just beginning.”
She smiled. “Then let’s write the rest together.”
Outside, snow began to fall.
Not as a symbol of cold—but of a fresh, clean start.
Amara sat beside Dominic, the chill outside clashing with the fire inside her. In her hand were two encrypted drives—Elena’s and Victor’s—now paired with Gideon’s code. The key to unlocking the vault of sins they’d chased for months.
Across from them, Tamara reviewed their false identities one last time while Nolan double-checked their gear. Each of them wore layered coats, earpieces, and the weight of what they were about to do.
Zurich wasn’t just another city on the map—it was the final threshold.
“What happens after this?” Amara asked quietly.
Dominic glanced at her. “We bring everything down. And we deal with whoever tries to stop us.”
She nodded. But in her gut, she knew: exposure wasn’t the end.
It was the beginning.
The Zurich estate loomed on the outskirts of the city, nestled in the mountains like a silent predator.
It was a former intelligence research center, officially decommissioned. But the servers beneath it hummed with secrets, watched over by armed mercenaries and biometric security protocols.
They arrived at night.
Gideon was already there, hacking into the estate’s blind spots from a hidden ridge nearby. His voice crackled in Amara’s ear. “I’ve got a ten-minute blackout window on the cameras. After that, we’re ghosts.”
Dominic nodded to the team. “Let’s move.”
Nolan cut through the perimeter fence. They slipped through shadow and fog, silent and precise. Amara’s breath was tight in her chest. Her boots hit the concrete floor of the underground corridor like echoes of a countdown.
Inside, the vault was protected by a biometric pad.
Amara stepped forward.
She placed Elena’s chip into the reader, then Victor’s. The device beeped.
“Final signature,” Gideon said, appearing from the shadows. “Mine.”
He pressed his hand to the scanner.
Green light.
The door hissed open.
Rows upon rows of black servers filled the vault.
Cold air pumped through the room like a morgue.
Tamara began backing up files instantly. Nolan set trip-mines near the entrance. Dominic stood guard with a rifle.
Amara watched the data stream across the monitor.
Names.
Payments.
Murders.
Tapes.
Everything Project Atlas had done was here. Not just Victor. Not just Hart Enterprises. But senators. CEOs. Royalty.
And somewhere in the middle of it all—her father’s name.
Amara’s hands trembled as she opened the file.
OPERATION SILENCER – TARGET: BEN COLE
It was all there.
Her father had uncovered Project Atlas during his final year as a legal analyst. He had tried to whistleblow. A fake car crash silenced him. The man responsible: Marcus Flint.
The same man who’d tried to kidnap her in the city.
Her heart shattered.
Dominic moved to her side. “You okay?”
She nodded slowly. “Now I know why they wanted me silent.”
She copied the file onto a separate encrypted drive. “This truth belongs to the world.”
Suddenly, the security feed blinked.
Red.
Tamara cursed. “We’ve got company. The blackout ended early.”
Gideon snarled. “Someone must’ve tipped them off.”
Footsteps thundered above. Radio static crackled through the vault.
“Lock the room,” Dominic ordered.
Steel shutters began descending over the door.
But a voice rang out through the loudspeaker.
“Dominic Hart. Amara Cole. You’re both wanted for theft, espionage, and treason. Surrender, or we breach.”
Victor.
He had come himself.
Dominic’s jaw clenched. “Coward sends men until it’s personal.”
Amara stood tall. “Then let’s make it personal.”
She stepped to the central console.
“Gideon. Stream everything. Live.”
Gideon looked at her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Everyone needs to see it now. Every crime. Every lie. No more shadows.”
Tamara began the stream. Global news feeds. Hidden whistleblower forums. Encrypted social networks.
One by one, screens around the world lit up with truth.
Outside, Victor watched in horror as a giant LED billboard across Zurich displayed one of his own voice recordings:
“Kill him. If he speaks, we all burn.”
It was his order.
The camera feed shifted to a secret board meeting between global elites, approving assassinations, trafficking routes, and coverups.
Victor’s men hesitated.
They were watching the fall of their employer in real-time.
Inside, Dominic turned to Amara.
“If we don’t make it out—”
“Don’t,” she whispered. “We will.”
She kissed him—fiercely. The kind of kiss that said: even if the world ends, this was worth it.
Suddenly, an explosion rocked the facility.
Nolan grinned. “That’s our ride.”
Smoke filled the vault as the back wall caved in—Tamara’s team had blown an escape route.
They ran through smoke, fire, and sirens.
Behind them, the truth kept streaming.
The world was watching.
HOURS LATER – A SAFEHOUSE IN AUSTRIA
They were bruised, coughing, but alive.
Gideon slumped into a chair. “You did it. The whole thing’s out. Governments are scrambling. Interpol already issued a warrant for Victor.”
Tamara high-fived Amara. “Girl, you’re a legend.”
Amara collapsed into Dominic’s arms. “It’s over.”
He k
issed her temple. “No. It’s just beginning.”
She smiled. “Then let’s write the rest together.”
Outside, snow began to fall.
Not as a symbol of cold—but of a fresh, clean start.
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