Chapter 4 :

The morning after Vincent's warning, the air in Armando's penthouse felt heavy, almost oppressive. I sat on the plush gray couch, staring at a folder Armando had placed on the coffee table in front of me. The sleek leather cover was unassuming, but I knew whatever lay inside would change the way I saw James-and possibly, myself.

"This will answer most of your questions," Armando said, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette stark against the bright city skyline.

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the edge of the folder. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

He turned, his gaze sharp but unreadable. "Because you need to understand who James really is-and why he deserves what's coming to him."

His tone sent a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I flipped the folder open.

Inside were documents, photos, and financial records that painted a picture far worse than I had ever imagined. James wasn't just a liar or a cheat-he was a fraud, deeply entrenched in criminal dealings.

Bank statements showed staggering amounts of money funneled into offshore accounts. Emails detailed business deals with dangerous, unsavory individuals. But what truly made my stomach turn were the photos: James with Samantha at lavish events I hadn't known about, and one of him signing papers with a man whose face exuded menace.

"What is this?" I whispered, my voice trembling as I pushed the photos aside.

Armando stepped closer, his presence looming over me. "It's the truth about your ex-husband. He's in deep debt, Olivia, and the people he owes aren't the kind to forgive or forget. If they find him-and they will-they'll ruin him. And if you're not careful, you could get caught in the crossfire."

I looked up at him, my chest tightening. "How do you know all of this?"

Armando's lips twitched into a faint smirk. "Let's just say I have resources. And James has made more enemies than friends in his pursuit of wealth."

My head spun as I tried to process the implications. James wasn't just cruel-he was dangerous. And I had been blindly tied to him for years, unaware of the shadow he cast over my life.

"What do I do?" I asked finally, my voice breaking.

"You stick to our plan," Armando said firmly. "You let me handle James. And you focus on building the life you deserve."

Later that day, Armando insisted on taking me to his family's private club-a discreet, high-end establishment nestled in the heart of the city. From the outside, it looked unassuming, but once inside, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

The air was thick with power and tension, the soft hum of low conversations mixing with the faint clink of glasses. Men in tailored suits and women adorned in jewels mingled with an ease that only came from knowing they belonged to a world others couldn't touch.

"What is this place?" I asked, clutching Armando's arm as we navigated the opulent room.

"It's where deals are made, alliances are formed, and occasionally, where enemies are confronted," he replied cryptically.

Before I could respond, a man approached us. His presence was commanding, his dark eyes scanning me with interest before shifting to Armando.

"Moretti," the man said, his voice smooth but laced with an undertone of menace. "Who's the lovely lady?"

Armando's hand tightened around mine. "My fiancée," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The man smirked, his gaze lingering on me a moment too long. "Lucky man," he said, though his smile didn't reach his eyes.

As he walked away, I leaned closer to Armando, my voice low. "Who was that?"

"Someone you don't need to worry about," he said, but his jaw was clenched, and his eyes remained fixed on the man's retreating figure.

That evening, back at the penthouse, I found myself unable to shake the tension from the club. Armando was in his study, speaking in hushed tones to someone over the phone, his voice sharp and commanding.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I edged closer to the partially open door.

"She's not to be touched," Armando said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "If anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, they'll answer to me."

The words sent a strange warmth through me, but they were quickly followed by a pang of unease. I was in deeper than I had realized, tied to a man whose world I barely understood.

The next day, Armando surprised me with a folder of my own.

"What's this?" I asked, opening it cautiously.

"Your future," he said simply.

Inside were plans-blueprints for a business venture, details of investments in my name, and a proposal for me to reclaim the inheritance I had signed over to James.

"You're giving this to me?" I asked, my voice heavy with disbelief.

"I'm giving you the tools," Armando replied. "The rest is up to you."

For the first time in what felt like years, I felt a spark of hope, a glimmer of what my life could be without the weight of James holding me back.

But the brief reprieve didn't last. That night, as I left the penthouse for some fresh air, I noticed a shadow moving in the dimly lit parking lot.

Before I could react, a figure lunged toward me, the glint of a knife catching the light.

"Olivia!"

Armando's voice rang out like a gunshot, sharp and commanding.

The next moments were a blur. Armando tackled the man with brutal precision, his movements swift and calculated. By the time security arrived, the man was unconscious, and I was trembling uncontrollably.

Armando pulled me into his arms, his grip firm but comforting. "I told you, you're safe with me," he said, his voice low and soothing.

But for the first time, I truly understood the cost of being in his world.

Back in the safety of the penthouse, I confronted him.

"Who was he?" I demanded, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger. "Why did he attack me?"

Armando hesitated, his jaw tightening. "He's a pawn," he said finally. "Sent by someone who thinks they can use you to get to me."

My chest tightened. "So this is what my life is now? Living in fear because of your enemies?"

"No," he said firmly, stepping closer. "Your life is yours. And I'll make damn sure no one takes that away from you."

The conviction in his voice was almost enough to reassure me. Almost.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice softening.

Armando's gaze softened, his usual mask slipping just enough to reveal the man beneath. "Because you deserve better, Olivia. And because I don't lose the people I care about."

The weight of his words hung in the air, a promise I wasn't sure he could keep. But for now, it was enough.