Police cars disappeared into the night.
Ayesha was safe.
Wrapped in a blanket.
Sitting beside Zayn in his car.
Her hands still trembled.
"I thought… I'd never see you again," she whispered.
Zayn held her tightly.
"I'll never let anyone touch you again," he promised.
Ryan sat in front.
Silent.
Worried.
He had seen the man on the rooftop.
But said nothing.
Yet.
The Next Morning…
Zayn returned to his office.
For the first time in days.
But peace didn't last.
"Sir!" his assistant rushed in.
"Our main project… has been cancelled."
"What?" Zayn snapped.
"The investors pulled out overnight."
Zayn's eyes narrowed.
"Who did this?"
"We don't know," the assistant replied.
"But someone bought our shares… secretly."
Zayn slammed his fist on the desk.
"This is an attack."
In Another City…
A luxury penthouse.
A man stood near the window.
Tall.
Elegant.
Cold.
His name: Adrian Black.
Zayn's biggest rival.
And…
His half-brother.
"Yes," Adrian said on the phone.
"Phase Two is active."
"Crush his company."
"Then take his family."
He smiled.
"Especially… his wife."
At Home
Ayesha tried to cook.
Her hands shaky.
Zayn watched quietly.
"Rest," he said softly.
"You're pregnant."
She looked at him.
"Will you… stay with me?" she asked.
Always.
He wanted to say it.
But only nodded.
"I'm not going anywhere."
She smiled weakly.
That Night…
Ryan received an anonymous email.
Subject: THE TRUTH ABOUT ZAYN
Inside—
Documents.
Photos.
Hospital records.
And one line:
"He is responsible for her first accident."
Ryan's face went pale.
"What… did you do, Zayn?"
At the same time—
Ayesha suddenly felt dizzy.
She collapsed again.
And whispered—
"Zayn… I'm bleeding…"