Chapter Eight – A Love Worth Fighting For
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Daniel's heart dropped.
"The police?" he repeated.
Evelyn's voice trembled.
"Yes, sir. They have an arrest warrant for Miss Hart. They're saying new evidence links her to the data leak."
Daniel ended the call and looked at Amelia.
She could tell from his expression that something was terribly wrong.
"What happened?"
He hesitated for only a second.
"The police are looking for you."
Amelia's face went pale.
"For... me?"
Daniel nodded slowly.
"They've issued an arrest warrant."
She leaned back against the seat, her mind racing.
"I didn't do anything."
"I know."
"But how do I prove that?"
Daniel reached across and took her hand.
"You won't face this alone."
---
Within thirty minutes, they arrived at Carter Holdings.
Police officers were waiting in the lobby.
As Amelia stepped inside, every employee turned to look at her.
Some whispered.
Others simply stared.
The lead detective approached.
"Miss Amelia Hart?"
"Yes."
"We have a warrant for your arrest in connection with the theft and distribution of confidential corporate documents."
Daniel stepped between them.
"My lawyer is on his way."
The detective remained calm.
"Mr. Carter, we are only following the law."
Amelia swallowed hard.
She had never been inside a police station.
Never imagined she would be handcuffed.
She slowly extended her hands.
Daniel grabbed her wrist before the officer could.
"No."
Everyone froze.
Daniel looked directly at the detective.
"She will cooperate."
"There is no need for handcuffs."
After a brief pause, the detective nodded.
"Very well."
As Amelia walked toward the exit, reporters outside spotted her.
Camera flashes exploded.
Questions came from every direction.
"Miss Hart, did you steal the files?"
"Are you having an affair with Daniel Carter?"
"Were you paid to destroy Carter Holdings?"
Daniel wrapped an arm around Amelia's shoulders, shielding her from the crowd as they made their way to the police vehicle.
For the first time, Amelia realized she was crying.
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Hours later...
Daniel sat outside the interrogation room.
His lawyer emerged with encouraging news.
"They have no direct evidence."
"Only fabricated financial records and anonymous statements."
Daniel frowned.
"Fabricated?"
"They're good."
"But not perfect."
"What do you mean?"
The lawyer handed him a report.
"The money supposedly paid to Amelia was transferred after the alleged crime."
Daniel smiled for the first time all day.
"So they made a mistake."
"They rushed."
---
Elsewhere...
Vanessa entered Richard Carter's office.
"You promised this would end today."
Richard closed the folder in front of him.
"It almost has."
"Almost?"
Daniel found inconsistencies."
Vanessa sighed.
"I told you we should have destroyed everything."
Richard looked at her sharply.
"And leave a trail?"
"We still have one final option."
She frowned.
"What option?"
Richard smiled—a cold, calculating smile.
"If Daniel insists on protecting Amelia..."
"...we make him choose."
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That evening, Amelia was released on bail.
As she stepped outside the station, dozens of reporters waited.
This time, Daniel didn't hide behind security.
Instead, he walked directly to Amelia.
Without caring who was watching, he gently took her hand.
The cameras flashed wildly.
Amelia looked at him.
"You don't have to do this."
"Yes, I do."
"They'll destroy your reputation."
Daniel smiled softly.
"My reputation means nothing if I lose the person who reminded me how to be human."
Tears welled in Amelia's eyes.
Before she could speak, Daniel turned toward the crowd of reporters.
His voice was calm but unwavering.
"I have a statement."
The crowd fell silent.
"Miss Amelia Hart is innocent."
"I will personally ensure the truth is revealed."
"And until then..."
He paused, glancing at Amelia.
"...any attack against her is an attack against me."
The statement made headlines within minutes.
By the next morning, the entire country was talking about Daniel Carter's public defense of Amelia.
---
Late that night, Daniel returned to his penthouse.
An envelope lay on the floor just inside the door.
There was no sender.
Only his name.
Inside was a single photograph.
It showed Amelia leaving her apartment earlier that evening.
On the back, someone had written six chilling words:
"She dies if you don't stop."
Daniel's blood ran cold.
This was no longer a corporate battle.
Someone was threatening Amelia's life.
He crumpled the note in his fist, picked up his phone, and called the one person he trusted completely.
"Marcus," he said as soon as the call connected.
"I need your help."
A deep voice answered immediately.
"Tell me what's happened."
Daniel looked out over the city, his jaw set with determination.
"They've declared war."
"And I'm done playing defense."
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