Signed To Be His Wife - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

The message sat on Amara’s phone screen like a poison.
"Elena died because she looked too deep. Don’t make the same mistake."
Her fingers trembled as she held the phone. The room suddenly felt colder, like shadows had crept in through the windows. She jumped up and drew the curtains closed, her eyes scanning the corners of the room.
Nothing. No movement. No sound.
But someone knew. Someone was watching.
Amara paced the room, her thoughts racing. She had never felt so vulnerable. This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t just a contract marriage anymore. Her life was in danger, and she didn’t even know from who.
She picked up her phone again and tried to call Dominic. It rang twice, then went to voicemail.
Of course.
She didn’t leave a message. What could she even say?
Hey, your dead fiancée’s twin is being threatened. Call me back when you're not too busy keeping secrets.
Instead, she walked to the door and opened it.
The hallway was empty.
She stepped out cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. Maybe someone had entered the mansion. Maybe they were still here.
She walked slowly toward the staircase, her hand gripping the banister tightly. Each creak of the wood sounded louder than normal. She reached the ground floor and looked around.
Still nothing.
Then, a voice startled her from behind.
“What are you doing up at this hour?”
She spun around.
Dominic.
He looked surprised, and also slightly irritated.
“You scared me,” she whispered, her voice barely steady.
“You’re the one sneaking around in the dark,” he said.
“I got a message,” she said quickly. “Someone knows. They warned me.”
His expression changed instantly. “What message?”
She handed him her phone, and he read the text silently. His jaw clenched.
“Where were you when this came in?” he asked.
“In my room,” she replied. “I was alone.”
Dominic looked around sharply. “Come with me.”
Without waiting, he started walking, and she followed him down a short hallway she hadn’t noticed before. He opened a hidden panel in the wall and revealed a small security room with monitors.
Amara blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected this.
Dominic pressed a few buttons, pulling up camera footage from earlier in the night.
They both watched in silence as footage from the hallway played back.
No one had entered her room. No one had passed by.
“Whoever sent this… they didn’t come here,” Dominic said. “They already had access to your number.”
Amara folded her arms. “So what now? Pretend it didn’t happen?”
“No,” he said. “Now we change the game.”
The next morning, Dominic made a phone call Amara wasn’t allowed to hear. She could tell it was serious, from the way he closed the door to his study and didn’t come out for an hour.
When he returned, he was quiet.
“I’ve assigned a bodyguard to you,” he said without looking at her. “He’ll follow you everywhere, even inside the house. His name is Marcus.”
Amara blinked. “A bodyguard? I’m not a politician.”
“You’re my wife,” he said firmly. “And someone is trying to scare you. Or worse.”
A strange warmth bloomed in her chest. It was the first time he had called her that — my wife — like it meant something. Like she mattered.
She shook off the feeling. Now wasn’t the time for romantic thoughts.
“When will I meet him?” she asked.
Dominic checked his watch. “Now.”
Marcus arrived less than twenty minutes later.
He was tall, muscular, and wore a black suit like a second skin. His eyes scanned the room the moment he entered, calculating, alert.
He nodded at Amara. “Ma’am.”
“Please don’t call me that,” she said awkwardly.
He smiled. “Noted.”
“Marcus will stay in the guest room across the hall from you,” Dominic explained. “You’ll report anything strange to him.”
Amara nodded, though a chill ran through her again.
“Dominic,” she said suddenly. “Why are they doing this? Why is someone going through this much trouble?”
He didn’t answer at first.
Then, finally, he said, “Because someone in my company is hiding a truth that can destroy everything. Elena got too close to it. I think they believe you’re going to do the same.”
Amara took a breath. “Then let me.”
His eyes snapped to her. “What?”
“Let me get close,” she said. “You’re not the only one who can dig. I’m a law graduate. Let me help.”
He looked torn.
“You’re already in danger,” he said.
“And I won’t stop being in danger unless I do something about it,” she replied. “Let me help. We’ll find the truth together.”
For the first time, he didn’t argue.
He just nodded.
That afternoon, Dominic brought her to his office in the city.
It was her first time seeing him in full CEO mode—walking through glass doors like he owned the world, every employee rising at his presence. She stayed close to him, ignoring the curious glances and whispers.
He led her to his private office and shut the door behind them.
He handed her a tablet.
“These are the last emails Elena sent before she died. I’ve kept them hidden from the company.”
Amara sat on the couch and began reading.
At first, it was nothing interesting. Routine legal requests, marketing drafts, travel schedules.
But then, one email stood out.
Subject: "CONFIDENTIAL – Internal Audit Draft"
It was addressed to a name she didn’t recognize: Mr. Reynolds C.
Inside the email, Elena wrote:
> “The numbers from the last quarter don’t add up. I’ve found duplicate transactions and ghost invoices tied to an offshore account. Someone is laundering money under the company’s name. I’m afraid this goes deeper than we thought.”
Amara looked up. “This is fraud. Serious fraud.”
Dominic nodded. “Exactly. And Reynolds was her mentor. But two days after this email… he disappeared.”
Amara swallowed hard.
“There’s more,” Dominic said.
He pulled out a manila envelope from a locked drawer and handed it to her.
Inside were photographs. Of a man following Elena. Of someone in a black car parked outside her old apartment. One photo was blurred, but she could make out part of the license plate.
Amara stared at it. “This is evidence.”
Dominic nodded.
“But not enough to prove anything in court. Especially not when the board is protecting the guilty.”
Amara’s eyes met his. “Then we find more.”
Dominic stared at her.
There was a shift in his expression, something soft and unsure. “You’re not afraid?”
Amara stood, stepping closer.
“I am,” she admitted. “But I’m also tired of being used. If I’m going to be in this marriage, then let me choose to fight for it.”
Their eyes locked.
And for the first time, he smiled.
Just a little.
That night, Amara couldn’t sleep again.
But this time, it wasn’t fear keeping her awake—it was purpose. She was no longer a pawn. She was part of the game now.
She opened the tablet again and reread Elena’s emails. Her eyes scanned for patterns, dates, clues.
And then she saw it.
One of the ghost invoices had an unusual code—RDC-78421.
It matched a code she saw in one of the photographs from Dominic’s study—the one with Reynolds.
It wasn’t just a random number.
It was a location.
Amara’s hands shook with excitement. “This is a storage facility,” she whispered.
She picked up her phone to text Dominic.
But before she could, another message arrived.
Unknown Number:
"You should’ve stopped when we warned you."
Her heart stopped.
This wasn’t over.
It was just beginning.