Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

540 A Lock and a Warning

(Mia)

The key doesn't turn.

I frown, twisting it harder, but the lock won't budge. I jiggle it, my pulse kicking up.

What the hell?

I step back, staring at the door of Cass's old apartment like it's personally betrayed me. She left here months ago, so there's no reason she should've changed the locks.

I know she's back in Brussels now and as far as I can see she never came near the place while she was back.

Unless she somehow knows I've been using it. Maybe Gus found out and tipped her off.

A chill creeps down my spine, but I shove it down. It's coincidence.

This is probably just a landlord thing. A random maintenance update.

But still. I know how this looks. I know how it will look to grandfather and I'm meeting him here before he leaves this city.

Behind me, footsteps echo through the dimly lit hallway. Slow. Measured. Unhurried.

I don't have to turn around to know who it is.

"Problem, mija?"

Don Alejandro's voice slides over me like oil-smooth, but suffocating.

I inhale slowly, plastering on a calm expression before facing him. He looks the same as always-immaculate suit, sharp eyes, the kind of presence that fills a room without trying. "Locks have been changed," I say, slipping the key back into my purse. "I guess it was inevitable."

His gaze flicks to the door, then back to me, unreadable. "Interesting."

he doesn't. I hate his silence. It's far more dangerous than his

not an issue. I'll find another

hands clasped behind his back. "No need. I'm leaving this

from

think Cass had the locks changed?"

but why would she do that now, after all this

"Exactly."

"Coincidences happen."

now-coincidences are a fool's comfort. I don't believe in them." A

answer. "That your little friend

"How?"

saw you coming in here. Maybe someone else told her. I don't know but I

like he has all the time in the world. He never sounds like the most wanted man in the world fleeing from

not be, means death for you and for anyone close to you. If you care about those you

sleepers who are ready to do his bidding. Kids picked off the streets who have a better life

reach his eyes. "You always were clever, Mia. And yet, you don't seem to

the door again. "It could be a routine maintenance

she knows exactly what you've been using this place for. Perhaps... you

shoving my keys back into my purse. "Cass hates me.

he steps forward, slow and deliberate. "If Cass does

was my first real friend. I shouldn't have let that happen, but I did. We can't be friends anymore, but I don't want her dead

don't think that's

who has no loyalty to you. Tell me, Mia, do

don't answer. I don't have to. I know she would

chuckles, reaching out to brush a hand down my arm.

and

your friend. Not really. Blood is stronger. Family is everything. You know I will look out for you," he murmurs. "Just astalways have."

past the lump in

watching me, still assessing every flicker of hesitation. "I have someone near her in Brussels," he says lightly.

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