Chapter 10: The Name That Shouldn’t Exist
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Chapter 10: The Name That Shouldn’t Exist
The door closed behind her.
Softly.
But the sound echoed in Ethan’s office like something far louder.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t even breathe properly.
His eyes stayed fixed on the spot where she had stood just moments ago.
Amara.
But not the Amara he knew.
Not the quiet woman who avoided his gaze.
Not the one who stood silently while being questioned.
This one…
Was different.
Cold.
Composed.
Untouchable.
“…Impossible,” he muttered under his breath.
Because nothing about what he just saw made sense.
Nothing.
“Sir?”
His assistant’s voice pulled him back.
“Yes.”
“Should I have her things packed?”
Ethan paused.
Then—
“Yes.”
A beat.
“And… sir…”
He frowned slightly.
“What?”
“There’s something you might want to see.”
Minutes later—
Ethan stood in front of his desk again, a file open in his hands.
But this wasn’t a business report.
This was information.
On Amara.
Or at least—
What little there was.
He flipped through the pages slowly.
Name: Amara Daniels
Background: Minimal
Education: Basic records
Family: Unknown
His frown deepened.
“That’s it?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” the assistant replied carefully. “That’s all we could find.”
Ethan’s grip on the file tightened slightly.
“No,” he said quietly. “That’s not all.”
Because now—
He knew.
There was more.
Much more.
And somehow—
It had all been hidden.
Across the city—
Vanessa paced inside her apartment, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
Her mind raced.
Her chest tight.
“This isn’t possible,” she muttered.
She had seen Amara.
And what she saw…
Didn’t make sense.
“She was nothing,” Vanessa said under her breath. “Nothing.”
But that image—
That confidence—
That presence—
It wasn’t something you could fake overnight.
And that scared her.
She grabbed her phone quickly.
Dialed a number.
“Find everything you can on Amara Daniels,” she said the moment the call connected.
A pause.
“I don’t care how long it takes,” she added sharply. “I want everything.”
She ended the call.
Her grip tightening slightly.
Because something was wrong.
And she could feel it.
Back at the estate—
I stood by the window, watching the city below.
Calm.
Quiet.
Untouchable.
“Miss Daniels.”
I didn’t turn.
“Yes?”
“The documents you requested are ready.”
I nodded slightly.
“Bring them in.”
Moments later, the file was placed in front of me.
I opened it slowly.
Inside—
Photos.
Reports.
Information.
On Ethan Cole.
My fingers brushed lightly over the page.
So this was his world.
His business.
His power.
His weaknesses.
Because every powerful man had one.
And I intended to find it.
“Prepare a meeting,” I said calmly.
“Yes, Miss Daniels.”
“With Cole Group.”
A pause.
“Cole… Group?”
I lifted my gaze slightly.
“Is there a problem?”
“No,” he said quickly. “I’ll arrange it immediately.”
I leaned back slightly.
My expression calm.
But my thoughts…
Sharp.
Focused.
Because this wasn’t just about revenge.
This was about balance.
Control.
Power.
Meanwhile—
Ethan stood by his window, his phone pressed to his ear.
“I want everything,” he said coldly. “Not what’s on paper. The truth.”
Silence.
Then—
“I don’t care how hidden it is. Find it.”
He ended the call.
His jaw tightening.
Because for the first time—
He wasn’t in control.
And he didn’t like it.
Hours later—
His assistant rushed in.
“Sir—”
Ethan turned sharply.
“What is it?”
“You have a meeting request.”
“I’m not available.”
The assistant hesitated.
“Sir… it’s from Daniels Group.”
Silence.
Everything stopped.
“Repeat that.”
“Daniels Group,” the assistant said again. “They’re requesting a direct meeting with you.”
Ethan’s eyes darkened.
Because there was only one thing that name meant.
Power.
Influence.
Untouchable status.
And then—
A thought hit him.
Slow.
Sharp.
Impossible.
“…Who sent it?”
The assistant swallowed slightly.
“The request was signed by…”
He paused.
“…Amara Daniels.”
Silence crashed into the room.
Heavy.
Explosive.
Unbelievable.
Ethan stared at him.
Because now—
Everything made sense.
And nothing did.
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