Chapter 8 Secrets Unveiled

Amara sat at the edge of Cole's leather chair, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned white. The night had grown heavy outside the wide windows of Harrington Towers. The city lights glittered far below, but in the silence of Cole's office, she felt cornered.

Cole leaned forward, elbows resting on the polished desk, his sharp gaze never leaving her face. His tone carried authority, but beneath it a softness that unsettled her.

"Amara," he said slowly, "what you're facing... this isn't ordinary. Contracts collapsing, suppliers pulling out, systems hacked-these aren't just market missteps. Someone is deliberately tearing you down." He paused, voice lowering. "And from the patterns I've seen, it feels... darker. This isn't just sabotage. Who is your ex-husband, really?"

Amara's chest tightened. The name alone was poison on her tongue. "David." She almost spat it. "David Adewale. On the surface, he's charming, successful... to some. But the man I married-" She broke off, her voice shaking.

Cole waited, patient but unrelenting.

Her eyes flickered toward the glass walls as if afraid David might materialize out of the night itself. She whispered, "You won't believe me."

"Try me," Cole said firmly.

For a moment, silence stretched. Then the words spilled out of her, raw and unrestrained.

"He was into fraud. White-collar scams, cyber fraud, fake contracts... anything that could make him quick money. I thought I could save him, that love and prayer would change him, but he only grew worse. And when fraud wasn't enough, he went deeper."

Cole's jaw tightened. "Deeper how?"

Amara's voice dropped to a trembling whisper. "Into the occult. Rituals. Sacrifices. Witchcraft. He joined secret societies that promised wealth, power, control. He gave them everything-our marriage, my finances, even the safety of his own children. He began... using them."

Cole's brow furrowed, confusion and anger mingling. "Using them?"

Amara swallowed hard, tears brimming. "He believed that by cursing his own blood, he could gain more power. Each time I tried to rise, he would send attacks. Contracts would vanish. Money would disappear. My health would fail. Even the children-Micah's fevers, Kayla's nightmares, Liam's sudden accidents-" She pressed trembling fingers to her lips. "I thought I was losing my mind. But it wasn't random. He was behind it all."

Cole rose from his chair, pacing. Fury vibrated off him in waves. The idea of a man not only abandoning his family but actively destroying them for personal gain churned his stomach. He had seen corruption in boardrooms, greed among CEOs, but this-this was depravity beyond comprehension.

He turned to her, voice steady but eyes blazing. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

Amara let out a bitter laugh. "Because people think it's madness. Talk of witchcraft, spiritual attacks-especially in business circles-it sounds like excuses for failure. I've been mocked enough, Cole. I couldn't bear to see that look in your eyes too."

Cole walked toward her, kneeling slightly so his eyes met hers at level. His tone softened. "Look at me. Do you see mockery in my face?"

Amara blinked back tears, shaking her head.

"Good," he said firmly. "Because I believe you. Every word."

Her lips parted, surprise flashing across her face.

"I've been in boardrooms where deals collapsed for no logical reason," Cole continued. "I've seen men with everything destroy themselves chasing power they couldn't explain. I know there's more to this world than numbers and contracts. What you're describing-Amara, I've felt hints of it around you since the day we met. A heaviness. An unseen hand trying to choke the life out of you."

She gasped softly, trembling at the accuracy of his words.

Cole reached for her hands, prying them open gently. "And I want you to know something. You are not fighting alone anymore. Whatever darkness David has conjured, it stops here."

The words wrapped around her like a shield, but fear still lingered. "Cole, you don't understand. He's relentless. Every man who has tried to love me has walked away or suffered. Relationships collapse, businesses crumble-he makes sure of it. I don't want you to-"

"To what?" Cole interrupted, his tone sharp. "To run? To abandon you like the others?" His grip on her hands tightened, not painfully, but with a conviction that startled her. "That's not who I am, Amara. I don't scare easily. And I don't let darkness dictate my life."

Tears spilled down her cheeks. No one had ever spoken to her with such certainty, such unshakable faith in the face of what terrified her most.

For the first time in years, hope flickered.

Cole released her hands only to stand tall, his voice like iron. "David has thrived by keeping you silent and afraid. But I won't let that stand. We fight back. On every level-legally, spiritually, strategically. He won't win this time."

Amara covered her face with trembling hands, her sobs muffled but filled with release. She wasn't alone anymore. For the first time, someone powerful enough to shield her had stepped into her battle.

Cole placed a steady hand on her shoulder. His tone was lower now, gentler. "Tell me everything you know about his dealings. Every fraud. Every ritual. Every pattern of sabotage. I need the full picture if I'm going to protect you and the children."

Through tears, Amara nodded. And for the next hour, she poured it all out-the scams, the Ponzi scheme that wiped her out, the whispers of sacrifices, the strange accidents that always struck when she was on the brink of success.

Cole listened intently, absorbing every detail, his mind already working like a strategist preparing for war.

When she finally stopped, exhausted and tear-streaked, Cole leaned against the desk, arms folded. "You've carried this weight alone for too long. But hear me, Amara: the tide has turned. What was meant to destroy you will be the very thing that elevates you. David will not have the final word."

Amara's breath caught. Something in his voice-authoritative, almost prophetic-struck deep.

And though fear still lingered, for the first time in years, she felt a glimmer of something stronger rising inside her.

Courage.

Cole extended his hand. "From this moment, we fight together."

With trembling fingers, she placed her hand in his. And in that quiet, powerful moment, something unseen shifted in the atmosphere.

The darkness David had unleashed would not go unchallenged.

Because now, Heaven had sent reinforcements.