Signed To Be His Wife - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Amara didn’t sleep that night. Even after Dominic revealed the truth about Elena’s death, her mind kept spinning with unanswered questions. Who had been watching the house? Why would anyone want to harm her? And how long had this surveillance been going on?
She stood by the window of her room, watching the soft glow of dawn spread across the sky. Her heart was still racing. The silence outside didn’t feel peaceful anymore—it felt dangerous.
A knock on the door made her jump.
She hesitated for a second, then opened it. Dominic stood there in a crisp dark suit, eyes sharp but tired.
“Get dressed. You’re coming with me,” he said.
“Where?”
“Somewhere safer than here.”
His tone was firm, allowing no argument.
Twenty minutes later, Amara was dressed and seated in the front seat of Dominic’s black sports car. For the first time, he was driving himself. That alone told her how serious he was.
She looked at him. “No driver?”
“I don’t trust anyone right now.”
“That bad?”
He nodded, eyes on the road. “Worse than you think.”
She paused before speaking again. “Is it about Elena?”
He didn’t look at her. “Everything is about Elena.”
“What did she find that was so dangerous?”
Dominic hesitated. “Before she died, she was working on exposing a financial conspiracy involving shell companies under Hart Enterprises. She had enemies. Powerful ones. And I didn’t realize it until it was too late.”
Amara stared at him. “You think someone killed her?”
He tightened his grip on the wheel. “I know someone did.”
A cold chill slid down Amara’s spine.
“Then why am I in danger?” she asked softly.
“Because you’re connected to me now. Publicly. And whoever went after Elena might think you’re a threat too. Especially if they think you’re digging for answers.”
“But I’m not,” she whispered. “I’m just trying to survive this contract.”
“I know,” Dominic replied, his voice low. “But that won’t matter to them.”
They arrived at a private beachside villa far from the city. The house was elegant, surrounded by high walls, surveillance cameras, and private security.
Amara stared in awe. “Is this your vacation home?”
Dominic gave a small smile. “One of them.”
Inside, the villa was quiet and luxurious, with large windows facing the ocean. Dominic guided her into a private study and handed her a tablet.
“This is what Elena was working on,” he said. “She saved everything on a hidden cloud drive. I only found it recently.”
Amara scrolled through the files—bank statements, emails, offshore accounts.
Her eyes widened. “This is huge.”
“Yes,” Dominic said grimly. “Too huge to report without solid evidence. And too dangerous to ignore.”
“She was brave,” Amara murmured.
“She was also reckless,” Dominic replied. “And now she’s gone.”
He looked at her seriously. “I won’t let that happen to you.”
That night, Dominic began training Amara.
Not physically, but mentally.
He taught her how to trace anonymous emails, how to recognize shell companies, and how to spot manipulation in financial records.
She absorbed the knowledge quickly. Despite the fear she felt, a part of her was excited—empowered. She was no longer just a pawn.
“You’re good at this,” Dominic said, watching her work.
“I was the best in my class,” she said with a small smile. “Until I had to drop out for a while.”
He looked at her. “Why?”
“Family issues. My dad fell sick. I had to work.”
For a moment, silence settled between them.
Dominic’s gaze softened. “You’re stronger than you look.”
She met his eyes. “So are you. But I think you’re still carrying a lot of guilt.”
He stiffened. “Don’t read into me, Amara.”
“I’m not,” she replied gently. “I just see it.”
Later that evening, Amara retired to her room. She opened her suitcase to unpack and froze.
There was a small envelope tucked between her clothes. One she hadn’t packed.
Her name was written on it in rushed handwriting.
Heart pounding, she opened it. Inside was a photograph—of her, standing outside her university library. The photo was dated two years ago.
On the back were five chilling words: You’re part of this too.
She gasped and stumbled back.
Someone had been watching her long before she ever met Dominic.
Trembling, she ran downstairs and burst into the study.
Dominic looked up, startled. “What happened?”
She held out the photo with shaking hands. “This was in my suitcase.”
He took it, his expression darkening.
“This isn’t just about Elena anymore,” she whispered. “Someone has been watching me for years.”
Dominic didn’t speak. His jaw clenched.
“I think this contract... this marriage... it wasn’t an accident,” Amara said slowly. “I think I was chosen.”
He looked at her, a storm in his eyes. “Then it’s time we find out why.”
The next morning, Dominic introduced Amara to another man—his personal security expert, a quiet but sharp ex-intelligence officer named Nolan.
“I want you to work with Nolan,” Dominic said. “He can help you stay ahead of whoever’s watching you.”
Nolan gave her a small nod. “You’re smart. That’s good. But smarts aren’t enough. You’ll need instincts.”
Amara spent the day learning from Nolan—how to detect surveillance, how to think like an enemy, how to set traps.
By the time the sun set, her head was spinning.
She returned to her room, exhausted but stronger.
Dominic was waiting outside her door.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Too much on my mind.”
He hesitated. “Walk with me?”
She nodded.
They walked along the beach in silence for a while, waves crashing softly beside them.
“I used to come here with Elena,” Dominic said quietly. “Before everything got... complicated.”
Amara looked at him. “Do you still love her?”
He was silent for a long time. “I loved who I thought she was. But now I wonder if I ever really knew her.”
Amara looked away, her chest tight. “And me? Will you ever know me?”
Dominic stopped walking.
He turned to her, eyes intense. “I’m trying, Amara. But this world—it eats emotions for breakfast.”
“Then let’s be different,” she said softly.
He stared at her. “Different is dangerous.”
She stepped closer. “So is staying the same.”
Their eyes met, heat rising between them.
For a second, Dominic looked like he might close the distance.
But then he turned away.
“Get some rest,” he said gruffly. “We have more work tomorrow.”
Amara watched him walk back to the house, her heart a mess.
She was falling for a
man who was still haunted by another woman.
And yet, for the first time, she wasn’t afraid of the danger ahead.
She was ready to face it.
Because now, she had something worth fighting for.
She stood by the window of her room, watching the soft glow of dawn spread across the sky. Her heart was still racing. The silence outside didn’t feel peaceful anymore—it felt dangerous.
A knock on the door made her jump.
She hesitated for a second, then opened it. Dominic stood there in a crisp dark suit, eyes sharp but tired.
“Get dressed. You’re coming with me,” he said.
“Where?”
“Somewhere safer than here.”
His tone was firm, allowing no argument.
Twenty minutes later, Amara was dressed and seated in the front seat of Dominic’s black sports car. For the first time, he was driving himself. That alone told her how serious he was.
She looked at him. “No driver?”
“I don’t trust anyone right now.”
“That bad?”
He nodded, eyes on the road. “Worse than you think.”
She paused before speaking again. “Is it about Elena?”
He didn’t look at her. “Everything is about Elena.”
“What did she find that was so dangerous?”
Dominic hesitated. “Before she died, she was working on exposing a financial conspiracy involving shell companies under Hart Enterprises. She had enemies. Powerful ones. And I didn’t realize it until it was too late.”
Amara stared at him. “You think someone killed her?”
He tightened his grip on the wheel. “I know someone did.”
A cold chill slid down Amara’s spine.
“Then why am I in danger?” she asked softly.
“Because you’re connected to me now. Publicly. And whoever went after Elena might think you’re a threat too. Especially if they think you’re digging for answers.”
“But I’m not,” she whispered. “I’m just trying to survive this contract.”
“I know,” Dominic replied, his voice low. “But that won’t matter to them.”
They arrived at a private beachside villa far from the city. The house was elegant, surrounded by high walls, surveillance cameras, and private security.
Amara stared in awe. “Is this your vacation home?”
Dominic gave a small smile. “One of them.”
Inside, the villa was quiet and luxurious, with large windows facing the ocean. Dominic guided her into a private study and handed her a tablet.
“This is what Elena was working on,” he said. “She saved everything on a hidden cloud drive. I only found it recently.”
Amara scrolled through the files—bank statements, emails, offshore accounts.
Her eyes widened. “This is huge.”
“Yes,” Dominic said grimly. “Too huge to report without solid evidence. And too dangerous to ignore.”
“She was brave,” Amara murmured.
“She was also reckless,” Dominic replied. “And now she’s gone.”
He looked at her seriously. “I won’t let that happen to you.”
That night, Dominic began training Amara.
Not physically, but mentally.
He taught her how to trace anonymous emails, how to recognize shell companies, and how to spot manipulation in financial records.
She absorbed the knowledge quickly. Despite the fear she felt, a part of her was excited—empowered. She was no longer just a pawn.
“You’re good at this,” Dominic said, watching her work.
“I was the best in my class,” she said with a small smile. “Until I had to drop out for a while.”
He looked at her. “Why?”
“Family issues. My dad fell sick. I had to work.”
For a moment, silence settled between them.
Dominic’s gaze softened. “You’re stronger than you look.”
She met his eyes. “So are you. But I think you’re still carrying a lot of guilt.”
He stiffened. “Don’t read into me, Amara.”
“I’m not,” she replied gently. “I just see it.”
Later that evening, Amara retired to her room. She opened her suitcase to unpack and froze.
There was a small envelope tucked between her clothes. One she hadn’t packed.
Her name was written on it in rushed handwriting.
Heart pounding, she opened it. Inside was a photograph—of her, standing outside her university library. The photo was dated two years ago.
On the back were five chilling words: You’re part of this too.
She gasped and stumbled back.
Someone had been watching her long before she ever met Dominic.
Trembling, she ran downstairs and burst into the study.
Dominic looked up, startled. “What happened?”
She held out the photo with shaking hands. “This was in my suitcase.”
He took it, his expression darkening.
“This isn’t just about Elena anymore,” she whispered. “Someone has been watching me for years.”
Dominic didn’t speak. His jaw clenched.
“I think this contract... this marriage... it wasn’t an accident,” Amara said slowly. “I think I was chosen.”
He looked at her, a storm in his eyes. “Then it’s time we find out why.”
The next morning, Dominic introduced Amara to another man—his personal security expert, a quiet but sharp ex-intelligence officer named Nolan.
“I want you to work with Nolan,” Dominic said. “He can help you stay ahead of whoever’s watching you.”
Nolan gave her a small nod. “You’re smart. That’s good. But smarts aren’t enough. You’ll need instincts.”
Amara spent the day learning from Nolan—how to detect surveillance, how to think like an enemy, how to set traps.
By the time the sun set, her head was spinning.
She returned to her room, exhausted but stronger.
Dominic was waiting outside her door.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Too much on my mind.”
He hesitated. “Walk with me?”
She nodded.
They walked along the beach in silence for a while, waves crashing softly beside them.
“I used to come here with Elena,” Dominic said quietly. “Before everything got... complicated.”
Amara looked at him. “Do you still love her?”
He was silent for a long time. “I loved who I thought she was. But now I wonder if I ever really knew her.”
Amara looked away, her chest tight. “And me? Will you ever know me?”
Dominic stopped walking.
He turned to her, eyes intense. “I’m trying, Amara. But this world—it eats emotions for breakfast.”
“Then let’s be different,” she said softly.
He stared at her. “Different is dangerous.”
She stepped closer. “So is staying the same.”
Their eyes met, heat rising between them.
For a second, Dominic looked like he might close the distance.
But then he turned away.
“Get some rest,” he said gruffly. “We have more work tomorrow.”
Amara watched him walk back to the house, her heart a mess.
She was falling for a
man who was still haunted by another woman.
And yet, for the first time, she wasn’t afraid of the danger ahead.
She was ready to face it.
Because now, she had something worth fighting for.
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