CHAPTER FIVE — The Price of Loving Him
Zara couldn't stop shaking.
Not because of the cold.
Not because of fear.
But because someone had finally said the words out loud.
Choose who you love most.
She stood in the middle of Alexander's penthouse living room, phone still pressed to her ear long after the call had ended. The city stretched beneath the windows—rich, careless, indifferent to the war that had just been declared inside her chest.
Alexander watched her like he was trying to memorize her face.
"Say it again," he said quietly. "Exactly what they told you."
She swallowed.
"They said I have forty-eight hours to decide."
Her voice cracked. "To save my future… or to save you."
Silence swallowed the room.
Not the peaceful kind.
The kind that happens before something breaks.
Alexander stepped closer.
"They're bluffing."
Zara shook her head.
"No. They're not. This isn't about money or power anymore. It's about leverage. And I'm the leverage."
He closed his eyes briefly.
"They're using you to get to me."
"And you to get to me," she whispered.
They stood there—two people who had once loved each other so fiercely that the world had burned for it.
Now the world wanted payment.
The next twenty-four hours passed in a blur of strategy meetings, security briefings, and whispered conversations behind closed doors.
Zara sat through all of it, but her mind stayed trapped in one sentence.
Choose who you love most.
She had spent five years telling herself she didn't love Alexander anymore.
But love didn't disappear just because it was wounded.
It went underground.
It learned how to survive in silence.
And now it was screaming.
That evening, Alexander found her in the library of his penthouse—sitting on the floor, back against a shelf of books she hadn't touched.
"You've barely eaten," he said.
"I'm not hungry."
"You're not invincible."
She laughed hollowly.
"Funny. That's what I used to think about you."
He sat beside her.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Just enough to remind her of everything they had been.
"You don't owe me your life," he said quietly. "Whatever decision you make—I'll understand."
Her head snapped toward him.
"No, you won't. And that's the worst part."
She turned her face away before he could see the tears gathering in her eyes.
"They took everything from me once," she continued. "My career. My name. My dignity. I rebuilt myself from nothing. And now they want me to give it all up again."
He listened.
For once, he didn't interrupt.
"But if I choose myself," she whispered, "and you die because of it… I don't know if I'll survive that either."
He exhaled slowly.
"You shouldn't have to make this choice."
"But I am," she said. "Because loving you has always come with a price."
That night, Zara received another message.
Unknown: Twenty-four hours left.
No threats.
No drama.
Just certainty.
She stared at the screen, then locked her phone and walked into Alexander's office.
He looked up immediately.
"What is it?"
"I want the truth," she said. "No filters. No protection. Tell me exactly how dangerous this is."
His gaze hardened.
"They won't stop. If you walk away from the investigation, they'll back off. If you keep pushing… they'll kill me to make an example of you."
Her chest tightened.
"So if I choose my future—"
"You lose me."
She closed her eyes.
"And if I choose you?"
"You lose everything you fought to rebuild."
She let out a broken laugh.
"You see the problem?"
He stood and crossed the room to her.
"You choosing me doesn't mean you lose your future," he said. "I'll find another way."
"There is no other way," she replied softly. "That's why they gave me a deadline."
Later, Zara stood alone in the shower, letting hot water hide the tears she refused to cry in front of him.
Five years ago, Alexander had chosen his family over her.
Now the world was forcing her to choose herself over him.
The irony tasted bitter.
She stepped out, wrapped in a towel, and stared at her reflection.
Who had she become?
The woman who survived betrayal.
Or the woman who still loved the man who betrayed her?
The next morning, Alexander was gone.
A note waited on the kitchen counter.
Zara,
I had to take care of something. I'll be back before noon.
Don't do anything reckless while I'm gone.
A.
She folded the note carefully.
Then picked up her phone.
And made a decision that would change everything.
Across the city, Zara walked into the headquarters of Zenith Solutions for what might be the last time.
Her office greeted her with sunlight and memories—late nights, hard wins, the quiet satisfaction of rebuilding a life.
Her assistant looked up in surprise.
"Ms. Bennett? You weren't scheduled today."
"I know," Zara said gently. "I just need a moment."
She went into her office and closed the door.
Then she opened her laptop.
And began writing.
A letter.
Not a resignation.
A confession.
Every detail of the frame-up.
Every name she could prove.
Every document Alexander had shown her.
If something happened to her—or to him—this would go public.
But sending it would be her final move.
Because once the truth was out…
There would be no turning back.
Back at the penthouse, Alexander returned to find Zara gone.
Panic struck fast and hard.
"Where is she?" he demanded his head of security.
"We lost her for two hours," the man said grimly. "She disabled her tracker."
Alexander's blood ran cold.
"She made her choice," he whispered.
And he didn't know if that terrified him more than the threats.
Zara stood on the rooftop of her office building, phone pressed to her ear.
The distorted voice answered.
"I'm ready," she said.
A pause.
"For which choice?" the voice asked.
Her hands trembled.
"I choose Alexander," she said.
Silence.
Then a low laugh.
"Brave," the voice replied. "Stupid. But brave."
"What do I have to do?" Zara asked.
"Disappear," the voice said. "Leave the city. Leave the investigation. Leave him. If you stay away… he lives."
Tears slid down her cheeks.
"And if I don't?"
"You bury him."
The line went dead.
Zara closed her eyes, pain ripping through her chest.
She loved him.
That was the truth she could no longer run from.
And loving him meant losing him.
She left the building quietly.
No goodbyes.
No explanations.
Just a note sent to Alexander's phone as she stepped into a waiting cab.
Zara: If you ever loved me, don't look for me.
The car pulled into traffic.
Her phone buzzed immediately.
Alexander calling.
She didn't answer.
Cliffhanger
At that exact moment, Alexander burst into the security control room, eyes blazing.
"Find her," he ordered. "I don't care what it takes."
Across the city, Zara leaned her head against the cab window, tears falling silently.
Neither of them knew…
…that someone else had already found her first.