Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 17

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

**Chapter 9**

In the dim glow of the rearview mirror, Dominic Faulkner caught a glimpse of her, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Already smiling? Did divorce suit you that well?” he teased, his tone light yet layered with an undercurrent of intrigue.

It was in that moment that Nora seized the opportunity to voice the question that had been gnawing at her since he had whisked her away.

“Who are you? Why did you take me away?”

As she scrutinized him through the front mirror, she noted the sharp angle of his brows, the chiseled contours of his face, and the thin line of his lips pressed tightly together. Even in the stillness of the car, he exuded a quiet authority, a palpable tension that felt akin to the calm before a storm.

Yet, strangely enough, she felt no hint of malevolence radiating from him.

Dominic let out a soft chuckle, a sound that seemed to echo the complexity of their situation.

“You don’t even know who I am, yet you climbed into my car without a second thought?”

Nora nodded, her resolve unwavering.

“You saved me. That’s all I need to trust you,” she replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

His brow twitched imperceptibly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, but he chose to remain silent, allowing the weight of her words to linger in the air between them.

Meanwhile, at a revolving rooftop restaurant, Chase found himself seated across from Camila, the city lights twinkling like stars beneath them.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him, an unsettling feeling as if something precious had just slipped through his fingers, lost to the void.

As the seconds dragged on, his unease morphed into a gnawing anxiety.

With a loud crash, he pushed his chair back, sending it tumbling to the floor as he rose abruptly.

“I need to check on something. Wait here—I’ll be quick,” he called out, his voice tinged with urgency.

“But you promised to take me to the amusement park tonight…” Camila protested, her disappointment evident.

But Chase was already striding away, his mind racing ahead of him, consumed by an instinct that urged him to act.

Camila bit her lip, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, yet she forced herself to remain seated, just as he had instructed.

**Chapter 9**

Chase drove furiously back to the Whitmore estate, the engine roaring as he navigated the familiar streets.

As he flung open the door, he was met with an oppressive darkness, a heavy silence that seemed to swallow him whole.

He dashed toward the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest.

No one lay in the bed.

The closet stood bare, its contents stripped away.

Every trace of Nora had vanished, leaving the space feeling hollow, as if she had never existed there at all.

Panic surged through him like a tidal wave.

He fumbled for his phone, fingers trembling as he dialed her number.

All he received was the cold, relentless beep… beep…

She had never ignored his calls—not once in all their years together.

He redialed, over and over again, desperation clawing at his throat.

This time, the call didn’t even connect.

Her phone was powered off.

His hands shook violently, his mind racing to keep pace with the spiraling panic that threatened to consume him.

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