Chapter Three: Threads of Truth
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Amina remained standing by the closed door long after Elias and Valeria’s footsteps faded.
Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror—eyes too bright, shoulders too tense. She pressed her palms against the glass as if grounding herself.
You can’t unravel now.
She moved to the bed and sat slowly, pulling a folded photograph from the drawer beside her. She hadn’t meant to bring it. Had almost left it behind.
A small boy smiled back at her.
“Soon,” she whispered. “I promise.”
She slipped the photo back just as a sharp knock echoed.
This time, it wasn’t gentle.
“Amina.”
Adrian’s voice.
She opened the door to find him standing there, concern written plainly across his face.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said too quickly.
He studied her for a moment, then sighed. “You’re not very good at lying.”
She smiled faintly. “I learned from the best.”
“That would be Elias,” Adrian said softly.
They walked down the corridor together.
“He’s unraveling,” Adrian admitted. “Valeria is pushing. Noah is watching. And you—” he stopped, choosing his words carefully. “You’re the center of it all.”
“I never wanted that.”
“I know,” he replied. “But want has never mattered much in this house.”
They reached the stairs, where voices floated up from below.
Noah’s voice—sharp. “You followed her?”
Valeria’s—smooth. “I was concerned.”
“Concern looks a lot like surveillance.”
Amina froze.
Adrian placed a protective hand on her arm. “Stay here.”
They descended together.
Valeria stood near the entryway, arms crossed, irritation barely concealed.
“She doesn’t belong here,” Valeria said bluntly. “You all see it.”
Noah scoffed. “You don’t get to decide who belongs.”
Elias entered then, his presence instantly silencing the room.
“What’s going on?” he demanded.
Valeria turned to him. “I want honesty.”
“You want control,” Noah shot back.
Elias’s gaze flicked to Amina. “Everyone wants something tonight.”
She met his eyes steadily. “I want peace.”
Valeria laughed softly. “Then you came to the wrong family.”
The tension crackled.
Adrian broke it. “Enough. This isn’t helping anyone.”
Valeria exhaled sharply. “Fine. But secrets always surface.”
Her eyes lingered on Amina just a second too long before she turned and left.
Silence followed.
Noah ran a hand through his hair. “She’s dangerous.”
Elias nodded slowly. “I know.”
His gaze returned to Amina. “You should be careful.”
Her voice trembled despite her control. “I have been careful my whole life.”
He held her gaze, something fierce and protective stirring in his eyes.
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Later that night, the mansion finally slept.
Amina stood on the balcony, wrapped in a shawl, watching the city breathe below her. Her phone vibrated in her hand.
A message.
Unknown Number:
Is he asking questions?
Her heart stopped.
She typed back quickly.
Amina:
Yes.
Three dots appeared.
Unknown Number:
Then we don’t have much time.
Amina closed her eyes.
Behind her, a door creaked softly.
Elias stepped out onto the balcony.
“You always came here when you couldn’t sleep,” he said quietly.
She nodded. “Some places remember us.”
He leaned against the railing beside her, leaving space.
“I don’t trust Valeria,” he said. “But more than that… I don’t trust the silence between us.”
She swallowed. “Silence is safer.”
“For who?”
“For everyone,” she replied.
He turned to her, his voice low. “If there’s something I should know—something that affects me—”
She looked at him then, really looked.
The man who had once been her home.
The man who still was, in ways she couldn’t escape.
“There is,” she whispered.
His breath hitched. “Then tell me.”
Footsteps sounded behind them.
Noah.
He stopped when he saw them, something dark and unreadable crossing his face.
“Am I interrupting?” he asked lightly.
Amina stepped back instinctively.
Elias noticed.
And that movement—small, defensive—settled unease deep in his chest.
Because it wasn’t fear of Valeria.
It was fear of revelation.
And whatever truth Amina was carrying…
It was already tearing them apart.
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