Emma stared out of her apartment window as reporters crowded the street below. Camera flashes lit up the entrance to her building, and journalists called out her name, hoping she would come outside.
Her phone rang again.
It was Lily.
"Emma, don't come to work today," Lily said anxiously. "There are reporters everywhere. The manager has already closed the café for the morning."
Emma sighed.
"I'm so sorry. This is all because of me."
"No, it's not your fault. But you need to be careful."
As soon as the call ended, another one came in.
Alexander.
She answered immediately.
"Emma, are you all right?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
"I'm fine, but there are reporters outside my apartment."
"I know. I'm sending my security team to bring you somewhere safe."
"You don't have to do that."
"I do. I won't let anyone disturb your peace."
Less than thirty minutes later, two black SUVs stopped outside the building. Alexander's security team escorted Emma through a private exit and drove her to Alexander's penthouse.
When she arrived, Alexander was waiting at the door.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I never wanted my life to become your burden."
Emma smiled gently.
"I know."
He led her inside. The penthouse overlooked the entire city, but Emma barely noticed the luxurious surroundings.
She was more concerned about the worried look on Alexander's face.
"Do the reporters always follow you like this?" she asked.
"Sometimes."
"I don't think I belong in your world."
Alexander stepped closer.
"My world doesn't matter."
"It does."
He gently took her hands in his.
"Emma, the only thing that matters to me right now is you."
Before Emma could answer, David hurried into the room.
"Sir, we have a problem."
Alexander turned.
"What happened?"
David placed a tablet on the table.
"Someone leaked false information to the media. They're claiming Emma is only interested in your money."
Emma's face fell as she read the headlines.
Gold Digger Captures Billionaire's Heart.
Another article claimed she had planned the coffee accident to get Alexander's attention.
Tears filled her eyes.
"None of this is true."
Alexander looked at her.
"I know."
"But the whole country believes it."
He took the tablet from her and turned it off.
"I don't care what they think."
Emma wished it were that simple.
Meanwhile, across the city, Victoria smiled as she watched the news reports.
"Excellent," she whispered.
Her assistant nodded.
"The public already believes she's using Mr. Kingston."
Victoria smirked.
"And this is only the beginning."
She opened another file containing photographs of Emma leaving the café, boarding a bus, and entering her apartment building.
"I want her completely destroyed."
Her assistant hesitated.
"Miss Victoria... isn't this going too far?"
Victoria's smile disappeared.
"Do what I said."
The assistant lowered his head.
"Yes, Miss Victoria."
Back at the penthouse, Alexander noticed Emma standing quietly by the window.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"I'm thinking that maybe I should walk away before your life becomes even more complicated."
Alexander stepped closer, gently wiping away a tear from her cheek.
"I've spent years surrounded by people who loved my money more than me."
He smiled softly.
"But you... you're the first person who makes me feel like Alexander instead of Alexander Kingston."
Emma's heart melted at his words.
For the first time, she realized she wasn't just falling for a billionaire.
She was falling for the man behind the wealth.
Just as Alexander leaned closer, David's phone rang.
He answered, and the color drained from his face.
"Sir..."
Alexander frowned.
"What is it?"
David looked directly at him.
"The café where Emma works has been vandalized."
Emma gasped.
"My café?"
David nodded grimly.
"The attackers left one message on the wall."
Alexander's expression darkened.
"What did it say?"
David swallowed hard.
"'Stay away from Alexander Kingston... or you're next.
Emma's face turned pale.
"They destroyed the café... because of me?"
David nodded sadly. "The police are already investigating. Thankfully, no one was inside when it happened."
Emma covered her mouth with her trembling hand.
"Lily... my manager..."
"They're both safe," Alexander assured her. "No one was hurt."
Emma let out a shaky breath, but the guilt remained.
"If I had never met you, none of this would have happened."
Alexander gently held her shoulders.
"Don't blame yourself. Whoever did this is responsible—not you."
"But innocent people are suffering."
Alexander's eyes hardened.
"I promise you, I'll find whoever is behind this."
Later that afternoon, Alexander insisted on taking Emma to the café. The building was surrounded by police officers, yellow caution tape, and curious onlookers.
Broken glass covered the entrance, tables had been overturned, and the front windows had been shattered.
Emma felt tears sting her eyes.
Lily rushed over and hugged her tightly.
"I'm so glad you're okay."
"I'm sorry, Lily," Emma whispered.
"This isn't your fault."
The café manager walked toward them.
"The insurance will cover most of the damage," he said. "But we'll have to close for at least two weeks."
Emma lowered her head.
"I'm so sorry."
The manager smiled kindly.
"You've been one of my best employees. Don't carry this burden alone."
Alexander stepped forward.
"I'll pay for all the repairs."
The manager shook his head.
"That's generous, Mr. Kingston, but this isn't your responsibility."
"It became my responsibility the moment innocent people were hurt."
The manager thanked him, realizing there was no point in arguing.
As Alexander and Emma prepared to leave, a police detective approached them.
"Mr. Kingston?"
"Yes?"
"We found security footage."
"Did you identify the attackers?"
The detective nodded.
"They wore masks, so we couldn't see their faces."
Alexander's expression darkened.
"But..."
"But what?"
"They arrived in a luxury black SUV."
Emma felt a chill run down her spine.
The same kind of SUV that had followed them after dinner.
Alexander immediately thought of Victoria, but he had no proof.
"I want a copy of the footage," he said.
"We'll send it to your office."
That evening, Alexander and David reviewed the video again and again.
The license plate was hidden, and the attackers' faces couldn't be seen.
David sighed.
"Whoever planned this knew exactly how to avoid being identified."
Alexander clenched his fists.
"This wasn't random."
"No."
"They wanted Emma to be afraid."
At that very moment, across town, Victoria sat in her luxurious mansion, sipping a glass of wine.
Her assistant entered the room.
"The café has closed."
Victoria smiled.
"And Emma?"
"She's shaken."
"Good."
The assistant hesitated.
"Miss Victoria... what if Mr. Kingston discovers the truth?"
Victoria laughed softly.
"He won't. There's no evidence."
Then her expression became serious.
"But if Emma refuses to leave him..."
She paused before finishing her sentence.
"...I'll give her a reason to."
The next morning, Emma insisted on returning to her apartment despite Alexander's objections.
"I can't hide forever," she said.
"I know," Alexander replied. "But at least let my security team stay with you."
She finally agreed.
As she unlocked her apartment door, something caught her attention.
A small white envelope lay on the floor just inside the entrance.
Emma frowned.
"I don't remember leaving that there."
She carefully picked it up and opened it.
Inside was a single photograph.
It was a picture of her and Alexander holding hands outside the restaurant.
Written across it in red ink were the chilling words:
Leave Alexander... or the next attack won't be on a building.
Emma's hands shook violently as the photograph slipped to the floor.
Alexander picked it up and read the message.
His jaw tightened, and his eyes filled with anger.
"This ends now," he said in a cold, determined voice.
"I'm going to find the person responsible, no matter who they are."
Neither of them realized that the danger was far greater than they imagined. Somewhere in the shadows, someone was watching their every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
And for the first time, Alexander understood that protecting the woman he loved might cost him everything.'"
Emma's heart pounded as fear swept over her.
For the first time since meeting Alexander, she realized that loving him could cost her far more than she had ever imagined.