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CONTRACTED ❤️‍🔥🌿🛍️
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♟️ Spark's Library 2026

✍️By Authoress Lenity Faithful

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

PHOEBE'S POINT OF VIEW

The water was still warm when we finally stepped out of the shower. Adam wrapped me in a big fluffy towel, then wrapped himself in another. He didn’t say much. He just kept looking at me with that soft, steady gaze that made my knees feel weak.

I felt different. Not broken. Not scared. Just… new.

We moved to the bedroom. Adam pulled me onto the bed with him, cuddling me close even though we were both still damp. His fingers traced slow patterns on my bare arm.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded against his chest. “I’m more than okay. I feel… safe. With you. All of me.”

He kissed the top of my head. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. For you to feel safe with me.”

We stayed like that for a while, tangled together, listening to the ocean outside. Later, we got dressed lightly, me in a simple sundress, him in shorts and a loose shirt. Adam took my hand and we walked out to the private beach in front of our villa. The sand was warm under my feet.

He pulled me down to sit between his legs, my back against his chest. His arms wrapped around me from behind as we watched the waves.

“I still can’t believe we’re here,” I whispered. “Just us. No drama. No threats. No one watching.”

Adam rested his chin on my shoulder. “We needed this. You needed this. I needed to remind you that I’m yours. Completely.”

I turned my head slightly so I could see his face. “You’ve always been mine. Even when I was scared. Even when I pushed you away. You stayed.”

He smiled softly and kissed my temple. “And I’ll keep staying. Every day. Every fear. Every scar. I’m not going anywhere.”

I leaned back into him more, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my back. The sun was warm on my skin. But for the first time in a very long time, my mind was quiet.

“I love you,” I said softly.

He squeezed me gently. “I love you more, baby. Always.”

We stayed on the beach like that for hours, talking, laughing at small things, stealing kisses whenever we felt like it.

For once, the world felt far away.

And we were exactly where we were meant to be.

Later that evening, the island had a festival. We walked hand in hand through the crowded streets lined with lanterns, flower garlands, and small stalls selling handmade jewelry and sweet treats.

Drums beat in the distance while people danced freely in the open square. The air smelled of grilled fish, spices, and sweet mango. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Adam looked relaxed beside me, wearing a simple linen shirt, sleeves rolled up. He kept stealing glances at me, smiling every time our eyes met.

“This is nice,” I said, leaning into his arm. “Just us. Being normal for once.”

He squeezed my hand. “Very nice.”

We stopped at a small booth where an old woman with colorful beads in her hair and bright eyes sat behind a low table covered in cards and shells. A fortune teller. She looked at us and smiled knowingly.

“Ah… the couple who carries heavy love,” she said, her voice warm but teasing. “Come. Let me see what the spirits say about you two.”

Adam chuckled softly. “Why not?”

We sat down. The woman studied us for a long moment, then began shuffling her cards. She laid a few out and looked up with a playful grin.

“You two… very strong bond. But very stubborn hearts. One runs from pain. One carries too much weight from the past.” She pointed at Adam. “This one protects like a lion. But sometimes his protection becomes distance.”

Then she looked at me. “And this one… carries deep wounds. But her love is powerful. Like the ocean. Deep. Beautiful. Dangerous when angry.”

I blushed. Adam smiled, but I could feel him tense slightly beside me.

The woman flipped another card. Her expression changed a little.

“Great love is here,” she continued. “But darkness follows. Someone from the past does not want this union. Threats will come. Lies. Betrayal. A man with old anger. A woman with a jealous heart. You will have to fight not with hands, but with trust. If you break apart now, the darkness wins. If you hold tight… you will win. But it will not be easy.”

The words settled heavily between us.

Adam’s hand tightened around mine. I felt a chill run down my spine despite the warm night air.

The old woman smiled again, softer this time. “But true love that survives fire becomes unbreakable. You two… you have fire coming. Prepare your hearts.”

We thanked her quietly and walked away from the booth. The festival music still played, people still danced, but the lightness we felt earlier had faded.

Adam pulled me closer as we walked. “It’s just words,” he said, trying to sound sure. “Fortune tellers say things like that to everyone.”

I nodded, but my stomach felt uneasy.

Still… the way she spoke about a man with old anger and a jealous woman… It sounded too familiar. Victor. Scarlett.

I leaned my head on Adam’s shoulder, but the peace we had found on this island suddenly felt fragile.

Like something was coming.

And we couldn’t hide from it forever.

*****

THIRD PERSON'S POV

AT KANE MANSION

The door slammed shut behind Scarlett as she stormed into Victor Kane’s private study. The room smelled of whiskey and expensive ci**rs. Victor sat behind his massive desk, a glass in hand, his expression cold and unreadable.

“You arrogant bastard,” Scarlett hissed, pointing a manicured finger at him.

“You told me to stay away from your precious daughter, but you’re the one making everything messy. The note? The photos? You’re playing games and it’s going to ruin everything!”

Victor took a slow sip of his drink, eyes narrowing.

“Watch your tone, Scarlett. I warned you not to touch Phoebe. The plan was simple separate her from Adam. Break the marriage. Destroy the Whitmore name from the inside. Not scare her half to death.”

Scarlett laughed bitterly, pacing in front of the desk. “You’re suddenly protective now? After abandoning her for years? After letting Gary destroy her childhood? Please. You don’t care about her. You only care about control.”

Victor slammed his glass down. The sound echoed sharply.

“I care about blood,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Phoebe is my daughter. She carries Kane blood. I will not have her destroyed in the crossfire. Use the contract. Use the scandals. Use Lucien’s weakness if you must. But do not put her in real danger.”

Scarlett stopped pacing. Her eyes gleamed with malice.

“You’re weak when it comes to her,” she spat. “Just like you were weak when you helped kill Adam’s father.”

Victor’s face hardened. The room grew colder.

Scarlett smiled, sensing she had struck a nerve. “Don’t look so surprised. I know what you did. You fed his father those lies about the business deal. You poisoned the relationship between the two families. You wanted the Whitmore empire weakened so you could swallow parts of it. And when he started investigating you… you made sure he never finished that investigation.”

Victor leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping slowly on the desk.

“His father was a threat,” he said flatly. “He was digging too deep. He would have exposed everything. I protected my empire. Just like I’m protecting it now.”

Scarlett crossed her arms. “Then stop pretending you care about Phoebe. She’s just another tool. Use her to bring Adam down. Make him choose between his wife and his family’s legacy. That’s how we win.”

Victor stared at her for a long moment. The silence was heavy.

“Be careful, Scarlett,” he warned. “If anything real happens to my daughter, I will destroy you myself. Slowly.”

Scarlett smirked, but there was a flicker of unease in her eyes.

“We’ll see,” she said. “But mark my words if you keep playing soft with her, Adam will keep her forever. And everything we’ve worked for will crumble.”

She turned on her heel and stormed out, the door slamming behind her once again.

Victor stared at the closed door, his jaw tight. For the first time in a long while, a shadow of doubt crossed his face.

His daughter.

His empire.

And the Whitmores standing in the way of both.

TBC

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