He’d looked into the timeline of Jess’s parents‘ deaths. It coincided with the local police busting one of the biggest drug rings in years. The entire trafficking group got twenty years. Given the extreme severity of the case, no parole.
If what Amelia said was true, then at least. Jess was likely still alive.
“Zane, what would be the point of lying to you now?”
And indeed, she wasn’t. So, back when everyone else thought that little bitch had been taken in by a wealthy family to live a life of luxury, only Amelia had lain awake at night, thrilled.
She wasn’t going to live in luxury. She was being delivered to her execution.
Amelia didn’t miss the flicker of tension and worry on Zane’s face.
“You’ve heard about the methods those drug traffickers use, haven’t you?”
“You’re reluctant to divorce Elara, but are you willing to sacrifice the owner of that clover necklace? If you divorce Elara, the worst that happens is she becomes a divorcée. But if you don’t… the owner of that necklace will probably die. If she isn’t dead already.”
“I’ll ask you one more time,” Zane said, pressing down his own turmoil, his probing gaze never leaving her. “You’re certain you know where the adoptive family is?”
“I know the city,” Amelia admitted, not daring to lie about that.
A city was enough. Enough to narrow things down significantly, and fast.
Zane lowered his gaze for a moment, then looked back at her, his decision made.
“So. I just have to divorce Elara and marry you. Is that it?”
“Of course.” Once she was the official Mrs. Grayson, she’d have plenty of ways to make sure she held onto that position for life.
Elara’s POV
I sat in the car for what felt like ages, my mind a million miles away, only snapping back to reality when I noticed the sky had fully darkened. I finally started the engine and drove home.
There’s still time, I told myself, clinging to the thought. I’ll figure something out.
After parking downstairs, I checked the time. Colton and Sylvia’s flight would be landing in a little under three hours. Colton’s network of connections was just as extensive as the Graysons‘. The thought brought me a small measure of calm.
I cut the engine, grabbed my bag from the passenger seat, and got out.
“Elara.”
A familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned slowly to find Zane standing beside his dark car, tall and handsome as ever. A strange wave of relief washed over me.
“When did you get here? I’m sorry, I was lost in thought–I didn’t even see you…” As I spoke, my mind raced, trying to find the right words to bring up Chloe’s situation. Knowing Zane, he’d probably help if I asked directly. But I couldn’t afford to take any chances, not even the slightest.
Zane looked down at me, seeming to struggle for words. He shrugged off his coat and draped it over my shoulders. “What happened? You’re a mess.”
“I” I took a steadying breath, my planned opening line ready. “I need to ask you for a favor.”
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“Funny, I need to talk to you about something, too You go first.”
“No, you first” The words left our lips in perfect, awkward unison.
I pressed my lips together.
“You should go ahead.”
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