Amira pov


    I ordered to mutte the intruder''s legs and ensure he is hanged until death ims him. My eyes burned with fury as I addressed the man who had sneaked into my office and rummaged through my cupboard. He pretended to be mentally unstable, but I couldn''t buy it; he actedpletely normal, aside from asionally mumbling nonsense. I knew he was just putting on a show.


    Iughed at his act, watching him closely as I gestured for him to lift his chin. I delivered a harsh p to his face, and he copsed to the ground as if he were fighting for his life.


    As hey there, I noticed the facade beginning to crumble, the act of madness fading. His eyes, once erratic and unpredictable, now sparkled with a sharp intelligence. He realized he had been caught.


    "You''re quite the strategist, I''ll admit," I said, my toneced with disdain. "But not quite enough. I''ve been observing you, analyzing your every move. I''m well aware of your little schemes."


    He shot a defiant re at me, a blend of fear and resistance flickering in his gaze. I could see his mind racing, searching for an escape, a new tactic to employ.


    But I was already ahead of him. I held the advantage, and I was fully aware of it.


    "You will face the consequences of your actions," I continued, my voice icy and impersonal. "Your arrogance will bring you suffering."


    With a nod, my guards stepped forward, pulling him to his feet. He thrashed and kicked, but they restrained him tightly, their grip unyielding.


    As they escorted him away, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. Justice would be delivered, and I would be the one to enact it.


    Yet, as I returned to my desk, an unsettling feeling lingered. I sensed there was more to this intruder than what was apparent.


    Who is this person? I can''t understand why I was supposed to doubt him, especially since he seems to be connected to Sheh. Why else would he be rummaging through my cupboard, which contains important documents, while still insisting he''s unstable? I need to confront him directly.


    If Sheh is sending someone to spy on me, she should confront me herself instead of hiding. For now, though, I must keep my identity concealed. I quickly got to my feet, my eyes filled with urgency.


    I got to my feet, my mind filled with questions, and approached the man with a calm demeanor, asking him to rify his situation. He nced up at me, disying a blend of fear and confusion, still mumbling nonsensically.


    I insisted on knowing what he was searching for and who had sent him. After a moment of hesitation, he mentioned Sheh''s name, but his speech was unclear. I pressed him for further details, eager to grasp the link between him and Sheh.


    Suddenly, he grew restless and attempted to rise. I held him in ce, demanding he respond to my inquiries. At that moment, a knock at the door broke our exchange...


    Who''s there? I yelled, my anger boiling over as I struggled to understand my emotions. I quickly turned to see the security guard opening the door.


    A wave of relief hit me when I saw it was Tris. "Hey, Emily, what''s happening?" he asked, ncing between me and the trembling guy on the floor. I needed to stop Tris from hearing the name Sheh.


    "He broke into my office, and I have no idea who he is."


    Tris''s demeanor shifted to serious as he neared the man on the ground. "I''ll handle this," he stated, his tone steady yetposed. "Are you considering pressing charges?" I paused, conflicted about my next move.


    A part of me was curious about the man''s link to Sheh, while another part just wanted him out of my sight.


    "Not at this moment," I replied. "Just remove him for now." Tris acknowledged my request and assisted the man to stand, guiding him out of the office.


    As they exited, an unsettling feeling lingered, suggesting this situation was far from resolved. I attempted to concentrate on my tasks, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the odd encounter.


    Who was that man, and what was his purpose? What role did Sheh y in all of this? At that moment, my phone vibrated with a new message...


    I ignored the phone and didn''t bother to see who was calling. I quickly left the office, trying to understand what was happening between Tris and the man who attempted to take my documents. My footsteps echoed on the stairs.


    As I made my way down the stairs, I caught the sound of Tris''s voice-steady yet restrained-along with the other man''s mumbling replies. I followed the noise to a small room on the ground floor, known for security interrogations.


    I approached the door, straining to listen without drawing attention. Tris was questioning the man, but he wasn''t yielding much information. The man kept insisting he was just searching for something, though he couldn''t specify what it was. Tris was skeptical, and so was I. Then, the man dropped a name-"Raven"-and Tris''s demeanor shifted. He became more intense, and I could detect a trace of fear in his voice.


    I exhaled deeply, relieved that he needed to alter the name of the individual who had sent him. However, I found it peculiar that he referred to Sheh and now Raven.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    I turned to Tris and suggested, "Perhaps I should take charge of this matter; he may be more inclined to speak after receiving a stern reprimand from security."


    Tris regarded me with uncertainty before giving a slight nod and stepping aside. I entered the room, my presence immediately drawing attention. The man looked up at me, his expression a blend of fear and defiance. I initiated the questioning, maintaining a firm yet controlled tone.


    "Are you implying that Raven instructed you to search through my office?" He nodded, his wordsing out in a jumble. I pressed him for further details, seeking to rify the link between Raven and Sheh. "Isn''t Sheh the wife of Alpha Christina? Why is he bringing her up?" Tris inquired urgently, confusion evident on his face.


    My fingers tangled in my hair as I attempted to scratch my scalp, trying to evade the question. My eyes widened in rm, and the entire atmosphere felt as though it were pressing down on me. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins. "I am uncertain; perhaps there is another individual with the same name as her." I fabricated a response, now crouching down to engage with the man whose appearance had improved following the beating administered by the security guards.


    However, I was determined to prevent him from shedding any further light on the matter by mentioning Sheh.


    "I am not familiar with the subject you are referring to," I replied, attempting to project an air of assurance.


    "Raven, Sheh - they are merely names. What truly matters is that you will not disturb me or my office any further." I rose from my seat, striving to convey confidence and authority.


    However, my thoughts were racing with inquiries. Who was Raven, and what was her connection to Sheh? What were their intentions regarding me? The man gazed at me, a subtle smile ying on his lips.


    "You are unaware, aren''t you?" he murmured, his voice barely audible. "You do notprehend the situation." A shiver coursed through me as he leaned in closer. "But you will," he stated. "In due time, you will." At that moment, Tris stepped in, pulling the man away. "That is sufficient," he asserted with determination.


    "We are finished here." Yet, I understood that this was merely the beginning. The man''s cryptic remarks had left me with an abundance of questions, and I could not dismiss the unsettling sensation that I was in serious peril.


    It was already midnight, and the events that transpired in the office continued to invade my thoughts. I felt too restless to sleep, tossing and turning in bed. Despite sharing the bed with Tris, he remained sound asleep.


    I tossed aside the nkets and got out of bed, careful not to wake Tris. I approached the window and gazed into the darkness, my thoughts swirling around Sheh, Raven, and the enigmatic man.


    Who were they, and what did they want from me? A chill ran through me as I recalled the man''s words: "You will know soon enough."


    What could he possibly mean? I attempted to shake off these thoughts, but they clung to me stubbornly. To distract myself, I decided to tackle some work, hoping that concentrating on something else would ease my mind.


    I quietly made my way to my home office, trying to avoid disturbing Tris. As I settled at my desk, I noticed my papers were in disarray.


    My heart quickened as I gazed at Tris and then shifted my attention back to the book, recalling that I was meant to organize it earlier but had dozed off instead. At that moment, I heard Tris''s voice from behind me, asking, "Aren''t you going to stay awake?"


    I turned to face him, trying to steady my nerves. "I couldn''t sleep," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "I was just nning to get some work done." Tris raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp in the dim light.


    "At 2 a. m.?" he questioned, skepticism evident in his voice. I nodded, attempting to keep up the act. But Tris saw right through me. He approached quietly, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. "You''re not fooling anyone, Emily," he said softly. "Especially not me." He stood next to me, his eyes sweeping the room until they settled on the note on my desk. "You found it, then? The gift I got for you," he inquired, his expression serious. I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement. "What''s happening, Tris?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Tris paused before saying, "I love you so much."


    I remained motionless, the word that had been spoken to me upying my mind entirely, with only thoughts of Christian surfacing.


    There was a time when I had a mate who experienced both love and animosity towards me. However, I chose not to bring this up with Tris. My gaze was locked onto him as I found myselfpletely absorbed in my reflections. I am aware that Tris holds a steadfast affection for me; however, I did not anticipate him to express it so frequently. I responded to Tris with a quivering voice, saying, "I am at a loss for words."


    Tris''s demeanor softened as he moved closer to me. "You need not say anything, Emily," he spoke, his tone imbued withpassion.


    "I want you to understand that I am here for you, regardless of the circumstances." He paused, his gaze intent on mine.


    "I can see that you are still grappling with the pain from your past rtionship; it is evident in your eyes." A lump formed in my throat as his words resonated deeply within me. I attempted to respond, but my voice faltered.


    Tris maintained his steady gaze, filled with profound understanding. "I do not expect you to forget him, Emily," he said softly. "I merely ask that you allow me to be a part of your journey. Permit me to assist you in your healing."


    His words lingered in the atmosphere, a tender invitation that stirred my heart with emotion. I felt as though I stood at a pivotal junction, uncertain of which direction to pursue.


    I inhaled deeply, attempting to navigate my feelings. Tris''s remarks had struck a sensitive chord, yet they also provided a flicker of optimism. Was it truly possible for me to allow him into my life? Could I ce my trust in him with my emotions?


    As I gazed into his eyes, I sought rity. What I discovered there caused my heart to race-a profound affection, unwavering dedication, and a readiness to be patient until I was prepared.