Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 335

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 335**
**Chapter 335**

**Jake’s POV**

The moment I made the decision to send Amelia off with Damien, a heavy weight settled in my chest. It felt like one of the most agonizing choices I had ever faced. For six long years, I had fought tooth and nail to prevent this very moment from occurring, desperately trying to shield Amelia from Damien’s grasp, convinced that keeping her away from him was the key to her safety.

Yet, despite my relentless efforts, I had unwittingly pushed her into even greater danger. I had exposed her to Sienna, a woman whose animosity towards Amelia had always been palpable. But I had grossly underestimated the depth of that hatred—the venom that coursed through Sienna’s veins was far more potent than I had imagined.

As I sat in my office, my fingers rifling through the damning evidence, a wave of nausea washed over me.

How could I have ever placed my trust in Sienna? Hadn’t her actions during her time here been enough to raise red flags? Yet, I had turned a blind eye, failing to even entertain the thought that she could be embroiled in a sinister plot to end Amelia’s life.

Not only had she been complicit, but she had also been the one to manipulate Amelia into that car with her would-be murderer. The betrayal cut deep; Amelia had trusted Sienna as I had once trusted her. My parents had welcomed her into our lives with open arms, believing her to be part of our family.

We were all culpable in this tragic affair.

My parents were struggling to cope with the fallout. My mother had retreated into the confines of her room, inconsolable and lost in her grief. My father remained by her side, attempting to coax her into eating, to remind her to take care of herself. But all she wanted was to curl up in her bed and weep for the loss of innocence, for the safety that had been so cruelly stripped away.

The fire that Sienna had ignited, mercifully, had not ravaged the entire house. The wood shed had been reduced to ashes, and a few spare rooms at the back had suffered significant damage. However, the heart of our home—the common rooms—had been spared, and reconstruction was already underway. I had personally raised the wages of all the workers who had bravely fought to contain the flames that day, but even that felt like a meager gesture in light of the devastation we faced.

It simply didn’t feel like enough.

Sienna’s capture had been almost laughably easy. It was as if she had anticipated Amelia’s demise, for she hadn’t even attempted to flee. My guards had swiftly surrounded her at the house, escorting her away to prison while she screamed her protests, insisting on her innocence.

Her cries were nothing more than a waste of breath. The mask she had worn for so long had finally slipped, and we all knew the grim truth. She had orchestrated this chaos, and there was no returning to the way things had once been.

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