Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 327

**TITLE: Collapsed 327**
**Chapter 327**

**AUTHOR’S POV.**

The air around Alina was thick, suffused with the weight of unspoken thoughts, a fog of uncertainty that wrapped around her like a heavy cloak.

Her gaze was locked onto her own reflection, a spectral visage flickering on the dim screen of her phone. The tension coiled in her jaw was palpable, a physical testament to the tempest raging within her. Her fingers, quivering ever so slightly, clutched the device as though it were a lifeline in a turbulent sea of doubt.

Deep within her, she understood that once those names slipped from her lips, there would be no retreat. The comforting shadows of ignorance would evaporate, leaving her exposed to the harsh light of truth.

Yet, amidst the enormity of her decision, an unyielding resolve surged within her, a fire igniting in her core.

“Cassian Voss,” she whispered, the name barely disturbing the silence of the room, as if uttering it aloud could somehow reshape her reality.

Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, she continued, “Lucius Stormvale.”

Leaning back against the headboard, she let her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, feeling the weight of her choice settle heavily in her bones. This was not a mere inquiry about a marriage; it transcended that.

This was a relentless quest for truth.

This was a fight for her very existence.

This was a desperate attempt to validate the instinctual warnings that had screamed at her since that man had crossed her threshold.

On the other end of the line, an expectant silence lingered, stretching out like an eternity.

Then, his voice sliced through the stillness—steady and authoritative, like a lighthouse guiding her through turbulent waters.

“Give me everything you have,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. “Names, companies, dates—anything. If there’s a crack in his story, I’ll find it.”

Alina opened her eyes slowly, a spark of determination igniting within her.

“I’ll send it now,” she affirmed, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. “And Gabriel?”

“Yes, Ma’am?” he replied, a hint of professionalism underscoring his tone, even as urgency laced his words.

“Treat it as confidential.”

With that, she ended the call, her gaze lingering on the dark screen, a portal to her newfound power.

For the first time that day, a surge of empowerment coursed through her veins, replacing the helplessness that had threatened to engulf her.

She felt dangerous, invigorated by her own audacity.

As soon as Gabriel concluded his call with Alina, urgency propelled him into action. He swiftly switched lines and dialed another number, his mind racing with the gravity of the situation.

The phone rang once.

Twice.

On the third ring, it was answered almost immediately.

“Mr. Blackwood,” Gabriel greeted, his voice crisp, respectful, yet tinged with an intensity that belied his calm exterior.

A quiet exhale came from the other end, followed by Lucian’s voice—deep and steady, a tone suggesting he was already several moves ahead in a game only he could perceive.

“Do you have anything on Cassian?”

Gabriel felt a slight tightening in his jaw.

Lucian had tasked him with investigating the man, even after Ace had cautioned him to focus on their current case. But Lucian was not one to dismiss his instincts, and Cassian had triggered too many alarm bells to be ignored.

“No,” Gabriel replied honestly, which was precisely why he had made the call.

A brief silence enveloped them, thickening the air with unspoken tension.

“Then why are you calling?” Lucian’s tone shifted, low and controlled, now imbued with a sense of alertness.

Gabriel leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking beneath him as he tapped his fingers rhythmically against his desk, a nervous habit that betrayed his calm demeanor.

“Because Mrs. Blackwood reached out and asked me to look into the same person.”

The silence that followed was palpable, a heavy blanket smothering the room.

Lucian didn’t correct him; he knew precisely whom Gabriel referred to.

Alina.

She wasn’t Mrs. Blackwood—not yet. The wedding had yet to take place; the contracts remained unsealed, the vows unspoken.

But she would be.

Sooner than either of them anticipated.

The shock didn’t stem from the title itself.

It arose from the realization that she was investigating Cassian at all.

Lucian leaned back slightly in his chair, his mind involuntarily drifting to that fateful night—the night of her announcement ceremony.

Her laughter had filled the air, a melody that danced around them, light and carefree.

Her smile had radiated warmth, illuminating the dim room like a beacon of hope.

And the way she had looked at Cassian…

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