The Secret Marriage Clause

Chapter Six: His Prison, Her War

Alina didn’t sleep the rest of the night.

Not after the kiss.

Not after seeing Xander break—and rebuild himself in front of her eyes.

By morning, the IV was gone. But something deeper remained.

A hunger.

Not just between them… but for truth.

She stood at the balcony of Xander’s penthouse, staring at the rising city like it owed her answers. Her fingers toyed with the black diamond ring. Fake marriage, real danger, twisted kisses.

What the hell was she becoming?

Behind her, the door opened.

Xander.

He said nothing. Just watched her. His face unreadable again.

“What now?” she asked, not turning around.

“You’ll stay at the penthouse under 24/7 security. You’re not going back to the office.”

She turned slowly. “So I’m your prisoner now?”

“I’m keeping you alive.”

“I’m not a damsel. I don’t want your cage.”

He walked toward her, each step louder than his silence. “Then stop putting yourself in the crosshairs.”

She got in his face. “Then stop hiding behind your money, your walls, and your f*cking contracts. If you care about me, say it.”

He said nothing.

Just stared at her.

Like she was both salvation and destruction.

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Meanwhile…

Renna paced the Valtieri estate garden, heels stabbing the stone like accusations.

She dialed the private number she never should’ve kept.

“It’s happening,” she whispered. “He’s starting to feel something for her.”

A voice on the other end hissed:

“Then we move faster. We destroy her—before she wakes him up completely.”

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That night...

Alina found a small note under her pillow.

No signature. Just trembling handwriting.

> “You were never supposed to survive the fire. He failed to save the first girl. He won’t save you either.”

She rushed to the cameras. But the hallway feeds had been wiped.

She stormed into Xander’s study.

“You said I’d be safe here,” she snapped.

He looked up from his laptop.

And for the first time—he looked scared.

“Let me see it.”

She handed him the note.

His hands shook.

“Where did you find this?”

“My room. Your ‘secure’ penthouse.”

He stood up. Threw the laptop across the room.

Glass shattered. The screen cracked like the lie between them.

“I should’ve burned this place to the ground after she died,” he muttered.

Alina stepped closer. “Who, Xander? Who did you lose?”

His jaw clenched. “Don’t. Ask. That.”

“I already have. And I’m not stopping.”

He looked at her, pain and fire behind his eyes. “You really want the truth?”

She nodded.

Then he leaned in.

“The girl you replaced… she died because of me. And whoever sent that note—wants you to join her.”