The doctor’s eyes widened in pure terror. “I-I’m not lying! You can check the reports yourself—please—!”
Rafael released him abruptly. Like he had burned his hands.
He staggered back a step, dragging a hand through his hair, his breathing uneven—too fast, too sharp.
In his house.
Under his roof.
Someone had…
His vision blurred red.
Rage.
Guilt.
Disgust.
All colliding at once.
“Fuck…”
He should have seen it.
He should have known.
He should have protected her.
His chest tightened painfully.
“And… the amnesia…” His voice faltered for the first time. “…that’s real?”
The doctor nodded cautiously, still shaken. “Yes.”
Rafael let out a shaky breath. One that felt like it tore something inside him on its way out.
His world was collapsing. And he had no idea where to start fixing it.
The doctor slowly flipped another page in the file. “There’s… more. But we’re not sure yet. I’ll let you know once reports come.”
His chest rose sharply as doctor move back into the room.
Rafael De Luca looked afraid. Because he understood now. Amara hadn’t just been hurt. She had been hunted. While he, the man who was supposed to protect her had slept peacefully.
Believing his walls kept danger out. When all along… the danger had been livinginside.
His breathing turned uneven. His hands shook violently as he dragged them through his hair.
Even if she healed… even if she remembered… even if she smiled again, he couldn’t take her back there. If someone from inside had been violating her, they’d try again. They’d know. She’d be oion danger there. But moving out, leaving the estate was impossible.
Not until the throne was his.
Not until his father was dead.
Not until the underworld finally bowed tohim.
That could take months.
