Married a Billionaire

Chapter 3

The Truth Revealed

The gunshot echoed in my ears, a sharp c***k that broke the night. I was soo afraid. My heart rushed, pounding so fast like a drum in my chest, drowning out everything around me. I blinked rapidly, trying to understand what just happened out,

Ethan had stood in front of me, his expression a mixture of determination, The approached and dropped the weapon slightly, a confused expression on their face. "You don't want to do this!" Ethan exclaimed, his voice firm despite the dire circumstances.

I wanted to yell and dash towards him, but my body felt weak. Everything felt strange, as if I were watching a scene from a movie as a spectator.

"Step away from her!" my father screamed, his voice full of fear. "You don't have to do this!"

"Shut up!" the creature demanded, their voice shrill and frightening. "This is between myself and Sinclair. Stay out of it, or I'll make it personal.

At that point, I noticed Veronica, still on the ground, her face pale and contorted in pain. I rushed to her side and kneeled alongside her. "Are you okay?" I muttered, terror gripping my throat.

She winced and held her side. "It's just a bruise," she cried, her eyes wide with terror. "Get out of here, Lily. "This place is dangerous."

"I'm not leaving you!" Despite my quivering palms, I answered with a steady voice. I looked back at Ethan, whose eyes were fixed on the stranger.

"Ethan, please," I pleaded, hopelessness creeping into my voice. "What is going on?" "Who is that?"

He kept his gaze fixed on the invader. "It's someone from my past," he explained, his voice low. "Someone who wants to settle a score."

The creature laughed with a chilly, humourless sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You think you can simply walk away from your past, Sinclair?" "You brought this on yourself."

I couldn't understand everything. What type of past might have led to this? And why did I get involved with it? Panic flooded over me as I realised how dangerous our situation was.

"Let's not make this any worse than it has to be," Ethan remarked calmly but urgently. "You can leave with me, and no one else has to get hurt."

"Leave?" the person mocked as their grip on the weapon tightened. "This isn't just about you. This is about what you've taken from me."

Ethan's jaw tensed, and he stepped forward slightly, as if to assess the intruder's intentions. "I don't know what you think I've taken, but I'm not your enemy."

"Then who is?" The figure's eyes sharpened, their focus shifting to me and then back to Ethan. "You thought you were untouchable, but now you are imprisoned. "And you brought her into it."

With those words, I realised how terrible the situation was. and possibly even retaliation. I stared at Ethan and tried to make sense of it all.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice trembling but firm. "What do you want from us?"

The thug turned to face me, a menacing glitter in their eyes. "Don't you know? You're just a participant in a game you don't understand. Your father and Ethan have gotten their hands filthy, and it's time for the truth to come out and for them to pay for it all."

"Truth?" I shoulted, my heart racing. "What truth?"

But before the thug could respond, the sound of sirens flew the night air and became louder in a second fear flashed across the thug's face, and they looked towards the sound, evaluating their options.

"Damn it!" they said under their breath. "It's not over, Sinclair. You may have won this round, but I'll make sure you pay for everything and the truth must be out."

In an instant, the thug turned and fled to the hills before the police arrived; they vanished just as the first police car approached. My heart bumped as I realised how close we had come to a calamity.

"Ethan!" I yelled, leaping to my feet. "Are you okay?"

He turned to me, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "I am fine." "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," I replied, but my thoughts were racing. "What was that about? "Who was the person?"

Veronica moved beside us, still on the ground, her face pale. "You need to listen to me," she added, her voice trembling yet anxious. "Ethan and Liry, there is so much you don't know about your relatives. Regarding the Sinclair bank, bills, and—"

Before she could finish, a police officer dashed towards us, followed by others who were protecting the scene. "Step back, everyone!" the officer instructed, inspecting the area. "What happened here?"

Ethan came closer, raising his hands to indicate that he meant no harm. "We've been attacked. Someone came in carrying a weapon—"

"Stay back!" the cop said, bringing out his radio. "We need a paramedic over here!"

I felt a rush of sickness come over me. Everything had escalated so swiftly. I glanced to Ethan, dread gnawing at my insides. "You need to tell me the truth. What does all this mean? Why did that person claim my father was involved?

Before he could respond, another police officer came, his eyes sharp and evaluating. "Ethan Sinclair?" he inquired, his tone serious. "We need to ask you a few questions."

Ethan looked at me with reluctance in his eyes. "I will explain everything. "I promise," he murmured, but the urgency in his tone made my heart race faster.

"Liry!" my father exclaimed, pushing through the mob. His eyes were filled with fear and wrath. "What the hell happened?" Are you okay?

"I'm fine, Dad," I said, even though I was not feeling well. "But we need to speak. "You can't keep hiding things from me."

He opened his lips to respond, but the officer intervened. "Sir, we will need your statement as well. You may wish to stay close to your daughter."

I felt a wave of rage rush through me. "I can handle it. "You are the one who got me into this mess!"

"Enough!" my father yelled, his temper boiling. "Now is not the time for it. "We will talk later."

​​The police officer proceeded to question Ethan, his tone probing and stern. "Do you know anything about the assailant?" Do you know why they chose you?

I caught Ethan's glance, and a calm understanding developed between us. The truth lay just beneath the surface, a black current threatening to drag us down. I knew whatever was going on was more deadly than I had anticipated.

As the cops began to analyse the situation, I felt the weight of the moment fall heavily on my shoulders. I couldn't resist the sensation that this was only the start—that the truth was considerably more intricate than any of us realised.

And just when I thought I could breathe, a loud cry pierced the air behind me. "Liry! Watch out!"

I turned quickly, just in time to see the shadowy figure emerge from the darkness again, weapon lifted and a menacing smirk on their face.

"Not so fast, Sinclair!" they exclaimed, a menacing glitter in their eyes.

Everything froze again in that second, and I realised that this struggle was far from finished, that the fight for our lives had only just begun, and that the end was not in sight.