CHAPTER FOUR — When Protection Becomes a Prison
The crash came again—louder this time.
Glass shattered somewhere beyond the living room, followed by the sharp, unmistakable sound of an alarm cutting through the night.
Zara bolted upright in bed.
"Alexander!" she shouted, already running.
She burst from the guest room just as he came into the hallway from the opposite direction, his face tight with urgency.
"Stay behind me," he ordered.
"I'm not hiding while someone tries to kill you," she snapped, heart pounding.
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her close.
"This isn't a debate."
Before she could argue, security flooded the penthouse—men in black suits, weapons drawn, eyes scanning every corner.
One of them spoke into his earpiece.
"Perimeter breach on the east balcony. Intruder escaped before we could intercept."
Zara's breath came fast.
"Someone was in here?"
Alexander's jaw clenched.
"Yes."
Her knees went weak.
Just minutes ago, she had been lying in this very apartment, thinking about how strange it felt to be under his roof again. Now someone had proven what the threats had promised.
This wasn't fear anymore.
This was war.
They sat in the living room while security swept the place. The city lights outside the glass walls looked cold now, distant—no longer beautiful.
Zara hugged her arms around herself.
"They said you'd die first," she whispered.
Alexander's gaze snapped to her.
"What?"
She handed him her phone, showing him the last message.
He stared at the screen for a long moment, his expression darkening.
"They want to break you before they kill me," he said quietly.
"Or kill you to break me," she replied.
Neither option felt survivable.
Alexander turned to his head of security.
"I want full lockdown. No one in or out without my authorization."
"Yes, sir."
The man left.
Silence stretched between Zara and Alexander.
"This is my fault," she said finally. "If I hadn't started digging—"
He cut her off.
"This is my family's fault. And mine."
She looked up at him.
"You keep saying that, but what are you actually going to do about it?"
His eyes hardened with a resolve she hadn't seen in years.
"I'm going to end this."
By morning, the penthouse felt more like a fortress than a home.
Zara stood at the window, watching armed guards rotate shifts below. She had never been surrounded by this level of protection before.
It made her feel powerful.
And powerless at the same time.
Alexander entered the room, jacket already on.
"I have a meeting with my father," he said.
Her stomach twisted.
"You're going to see the man who ruined me?"
"I'm going to confront the man who ruined both of us," he corrected. "And I'm not going alone."
She turned sharply.
"What do you mean?"
"You're coming with me."
Her laugh was sharp and disbelieving.
"Absolutely not."
"I need you there," he said. "You're the proof of everything he did."
"I'm not your weapon."
His voice softened.
"You're my truth."
That almost undid her.
Almost.
"You think walking me into his territory is smart?" she asked. "He already destroyed me once."
"And he won't get another chance," Alexander said firmly. "Not while I'm breathing."
The Kane estate sat on the edge of the city like a kingdom built on secrets—iron gates, manicured gardens, silence heavy with money.
Zara stepped out of the car feeling like she was walking back into the past.
"This is where it all began," she murmured.
Alexander reached for her hand.
She hesitated.
Then let him hold it.
Not because she trusted him.
But because she needed to feel less alone.
Inside, his father waited.
Richard Kane stood by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, his expression calm—too calm for a man whose sins were finally catching up to him.
"Alexander," he said. "I was wondering when you'd come."
His eyes flicked to Zara.
"And you brought your favorite mistake."
Zara stiffened.
Alexander stepped forward.
"You will speak to her with respect."
Richard smiled.
"You're still protecting her. Even after everything she cost us."
Zara's voice trembled—but only slightly.
"You cost yourself everything when you chose corruption over integrity."
Richard laughed.
"Integrity doesn't build empires, my dear."
Alexander slammed a folder onto the table.
"Enough. I have proof of what you did. The forged documents. The planted evidence. The bribes."
Richard glanced at the papers, unimpressed.
"And?"
"And I will destroy you," Alexander said coldly. "Unless you tell me who's threatening her."
Richard's gaze sharpened.
"You think this is my doing?"
Alexander stiffened.
"You're the only one who benefits from silencing her."
Richard took a slow sip of whiskey.
"Then you underestimate how many enemies you made when you decided to play hero."
Zara's heart pounded.
"So it's not you?" she asked.
Richard looked at her with something close to pity.
"No, Zara. This is bigger than me."
The drive back to the penthouse was silent.
Zara stared out the window, mind racing.
"If it's not him… then who?"
Alexander exhaled slowly.
"My father's empire has a long shadow. Someone from his past. Or mine."
"That doesn't make me feel safer."
"It shouldn't," he said. "But it makes one thing clear."
"What?"
"We can't trust anyone."
That night, Zara stood on the balcony alone, city air cool against her skin.
She had survived scandal. Exile. Heartbreak.
But this?
This felt like the beginning of something darker.
Footsteps approached behind her.
Alexander joined her, standing close but not touching.
"You should try to sleep," he said.
"I'm afraid if I close my eyes, I'll wake up to everything being gone again."
He looked at her.
"You won't face this alone."
She turned to him.
"Why are you doing this now? Why fight for me when it's finally dangerous?"
His voice dropped.
"Because I already lost you once. I won't survive losing you again."
Her breath caught.
That was the problem.
She was starting to believe him.
The next morning brought a new nightmare.
Zara woke to the sound of voices outside her room.
Urgent. Tense.
She opened the door.
Alexander stood in the hallway with his security chief, both looking grim.
"What happened?" she asked.
He hesitated.
Then said it.
"They found one of the men who threatened you."
Her heart raced.
"Alive?"
"No."
She swallowed hard.
"Then how do we know it was him?"
"Because he left a message," Alexander said.
He handed her a tablet.
On the screen was a single line of text found in the man's pocket.
The war has begun. Choose who you love most.
Zara's stomach dropped.
"Choose?"
Alexander's eyes darkened.
"They're not just threatening anymore," he said. "They're making it personal."
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
She stared at the screen, dread coiling in her chest.
"Don't answer it," Alexander said.
She answered it anyway.
A familiar distorted voice filled her ear.
"You have forty-eight hours, Zara."
"For what?" she whispered.
"To decide," the voice replied. "You can save your future…"
A pause.
"…or you can save Alexander."
The line went dead.
Cliffhanger
Zara slowly lowered her phone, her hands shaking.
"They gave me a choice," she said to Alexander, tears burning her eyes.
His voice was steady—but his eyes betrayed fear.
"Between what?"
She swallowed hard.
"Between you… and everything I've been fighting for.