Chapter 6 WHEN THE WALLS CLOSE IN

Elara barely slept.

Every sound in the house felt amplified-the soft creak of the floorboards, the distant hum of the refrigerator, even the wind brushing against the windows. Her phone lay beneath her pillow, screen dark but heavy with meaning.

You're being watched.

The words replayed endlessly in her mind.

By morning, exhaustion clung to her like a second skin. She dressed quietly, careful not to wake anyone, and stepped into the hallway. The house felt colder today, as though it had turned against her overnight.

At breakfast, Maribel was unusually pleasant.

That alone set Elara on edge.

"Sit," Maribel said lightly, pouring herself coffee. "You look tired."

Elara obeyed, hands folded in her lap.

Lysette watched her with open curiosity, eyes sharp and amused. "Big day today?" she asked.

"I have work," Elara replied softly.

"Of course you do," Lysette said. "Always so busy. Always running around."

Maribel sipped her coffee slowly. "I've been thinking," she said, eyes never leaving Elara. "You've been very... distant lately."

Elara's throat tightened. "I'm sorry."

"That won't be necessary," Maribel replied. "What will be necessary is transparency."

The word felt like a blade.

"Who was the man you met yesterday morning?"

Elara froze.

"I don't know what you mean."

Maribel set her cup down with deliberate care. "Don't lie to me, Elara."

Lysette leaned forward. "Mother doesn't like liars."

Elara's chest felt too tight to breathe. "I wasn't meeting anyone."

Maribel smiled thinly. "Then you won't mind handing over your phone."

Time seemed to stop.

Elara's fingers curled instinctively.

"I need it for work," she said, the lie weak even to her own ears.

Maribel stood. "Give it to me."

Elara didn't move.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

Then Maribel's voice hardened. "I said give it to me."

Before Elara could react, Lysette reached out and snatched the phone from her bag.

"No!" Elara cried, standing abruptly.

Lysette laughed. "Relax. If you're innocent, there's nothing to hide."

Elara's heart slammed violently against her ribs as Lysette's fingers flew across the screen.

Her breath stopped.

The messages.

The contact without a name.

Kael.

Maribel's face changed the moment she saw them.

"So," she said softly. "You lied."

Fear surged through Elara like ice water.

Before Maribel could say another word, the front doorbell rang.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Sharp. Insistent.

Maribel frowned. "Who could that be?"

Lysette hesitated, glancing at the screen one last time before shoving the phone into her pocket.

"I'll get it," Lysette said.

She opened the door-and froze.

Four men stood outside.

They were dressed simply, but there was nothing ordinary about them. Power radiated from them in quiet, unmistakable waves.

And at the center-

Kael Arden Blackwood.

His gaze locked instantly onto Elara.

Relief flashed across his eyes-brief, controlled-before his expression hardened into something lethal.

"Good morning," Kael said calmly. "We need to speak."

Maribel recovered quickly, stepping forward with a polite smile. "And you are?"

"Someone who doesn't knock twice," Kael replied.

Rowan stepped beside him. "Mrs. Vale, we have reason to believe your household is engaging in activities that require immediate clarification."

Maribel's smile faltered.

"This is highly inappropriate," she snapped. "You cannot barge into my home-"

Kael stepped inside without waiting for permission.

The air shifted.

"Elara," he said gently. "Come here."

Her body moved before her fear could stop it.

Lysette grabbed her arm. "She's not going anywhere."

Kael's gaze flicked to Lysette.

"Let her go."

Lysette scoffed. "Or what?"

Theo moved in a blink.

Lysette yelped as her wrist was twisted just enough to make the point.

"Elara," Kael repeated, his voice low and steady.

She broke free and moved to his side, heart pounding wildly.

Maribel's face had gone pale.

"You have no right-"

"I have every right," Kael interrupted coldly. "You've been exploiting a minor dependent, misusing her identity, and preparing to drain accounts tied to her late father's estate."

Maribel's mouth opened. Closed.

Elias smiled faintly. "We have receipts."

Silence crushed the room.

"You've been planning to remove her from the picture," Kael continued. "But that won't be happening."

Elara trembled.

Maribel's composure cracked. "You think you can just take her?"

Kael looked down at Elara, then back at Maribel.

"No," he said quietly. "I think I can protect her."

He turned to Elara. "Pack a bag. You're coming with us."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"You're not safe here," he said simply.

For a moment, she hesitated-years of fear holding her in place.

Then she nodded.

The car ride was silent, heavy with aftermath.

Elara stared out the window, hands shaking slightly as the city passed by. Everything she knew had collapsed in the span of minutes.

Kael sat beside her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him.

"You did the right thing," he said quietly.

"I didn't plan for this," she whispered.

"I did," he replied.

She turned to him, startled.

"I won't apologize for it," he continued. "I won't let them hurt you."

Tears slipped down her cheeks.

"I don't know how to live without fear," she admitted.

Kael's jaw tightened. "Then I'll teach you."

The car pulled into a guarded estate surrounded by iron gates and towering trees.

Elara's breath caught.

"This is where you'll stay," Kael said. "Until this is over."

She looked at him, overwhelmed. "And you?"

"I'll be right here," he replied.

As the gates closed behind them, Elara realized her life had irrevocably changed.

And so had Kael's.

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