THE TRUTH HE HID
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đź“– CHAPTER 4: THE TRUTH HE HID
The room felt smaller than before.
Amara stood still, her eyes fixed on Zayn, her mind replaying his words over and over again.
I used to work for them.
Used to.
That single word wasn’t enough.
Not anymore.
You should have told me that from the beginning, she said, her voice calm but edged with anger.
Zayn didn’t look away.
I was going to.”
Amara let out a short, bitter laugh.
“When? After I trusted you?
Zayn’s jaw tightened slightly.
I didn’t ask you to trust me.
“That doesn’t change anything,” she snapped.
The tension between them rose instantly, thick and suffocating.
Amara stepped closer, her gaze sharp.
You brought me into something dangerous, she said. “The least you could do is be honest about who you are.”
Zayn held her gaze.
I told you what you needed to know.
That’s not your decision to make,” she replied coldly.
Silence followed.
Heavy. Uncomfortable.
Amara shook her head and turned away, trying to steady herself.
“This was a mistake,” she said under her breath.
Those words didn’t just land between them—they settled deep inside her.
Because part of her knew…
She wasn’t just talking about the case.
She grabbed her bag quickly, needing distance, needing space to think.
She didn’t like how this felt.
The confusion.
The anger.
The disappointment.
“I’m done here,” she said.
She walked toward the door, each step firm, controlled.
But just as she reached for the handle—
“They’re watching you.”
Her hand froze.
Slowly, she turned back.
“What did you just say?”
Zayn’s expression had changed.
The calm was gone.
Now there was something else.
Urgency.
“I didn’t tell you everything,” he said.
Amara folded her arms, frustration rising again.
“That much is obvious.”
Zayn stepped closer, his voice lower now.
“This isn’t just about exposing them anymore,” he said. “You’re already part of it.”
Her chest tightened slightly.
“What do you mean?”
Zayn hesitated—but this time, he didn’t avoid it.
“They know about you,” he said.
The words hit harder than she expected.
Amara stared at him, searching his face for any sign that he was exaggerating.
He wasn’t.
“How?” she asked quietly.
Zayn ran a hand through his hair.
“Because of me.”
Something inside her snapped.
“So now I’m a target because of you?” she asked, her voice rising.
Zayn didn’t deny it.
Amara let out a breath, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Incredible,” she said. “You bring me into this, hide the truth, and now I’m the one paying for it.”
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” Zayn said.
“But it did,” she cut in sharply.
Silence filled the space again.
But this time, it wasn’t just tension.
It was damage.
Amara stepped back, creating distance between them.
“You should have stayed away from me,” she said.
Zayn’s eyes hardened slightly.
“And let them continue?” he asked. “Let everything stay hidden?”
“That’s not your choice to make for me,” she replied.
Their eyes locked again.
But something had changed.
The connection that had been building between them… was cracking.
Zayn exhaled slowly.
“I was trying to do the right thing.”
Amara’s expression didn’t soften.
“You don’t get to decide what the right thing is for me,” she said.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The silence stretched, filled with everything they weren’t saying.
Then Amara turned away again.
“This is over,” she said.
She walked to the door and opened it.
This time, she didn’t stop.
The outside air hit her immediately—cool, sharp, real.
She took a deep breath, trying to clear her thoughts.
But nothing felt clear anymore.
Zayn stepped out behind her.
“You can’t walk away from this,” he said.
Amara stopped, then turned slowly.
“I just did.”
“They won’t let you,” Zayn replied.
That made her pause.
For the first time…
Fear brushed against her.
But she pushed it down.
“I’ve handled worse,” she said firmly.
Zayn shook his head.
“Not like this.”
Amara stepped closer, her eyes steady.
“Then I’ll learn.”
For a brief second, something flickered in Zayn’s expression.
Concern.
Maybe even regret.
But it wasn’t enough.
Amara held his gaze.
“Whatever this is,” she said quietly, “I’ll handle it my way.”
Zayn didn’t argue.
Because deep down…
He knew she would.
Amara turned and walked away.
This time, she didn’t look back.
But as she reached her car, something felt off.
The street was quiet.
Too quiet.
She paused, scanning her surroundings.
Nothing obvious.
No movement.
Yet…
She felt it.
That subtle, unsettling feeling—
Like someone was watching.
Amara slowly got into her car and locked the doors.
Her heart remained steady.
But her instincts were louder than ever.
Zayn’s words echoed in her mind:
“They’re watching you.”
For the first time since this began…
Amara realized something.
This wasn’t just a story anymore.
It was a game.
And she had just been pulled into it
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