THEIR DEVOTION |18+| ⚠️🔞⚠️

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Author POV

In the quiet of the office, the only sound was the soft rustle of sheets as Amelia shifted in bed, wearing Edward’s shirt, her body curled under the covers. The room was dimly lit by the faint glow from the city lights outside the window. She was unaware of the danger creeping closer to the building.

Outside, shadows moved in the darkness. A group of masked attackers, dressed in black from head to toe, stealthily approached the office. Their steps were silent, their faces concealed, but their intent was clear—they were there to cause harm. They had no idea of the security surrounding the building.

As they neared the entrance, the sound of muffled footsteps echoed down the hallway. Edward’s men, who were stationed outside, spotted them just in time. One of the attackers lunged forward, but before he could reach the door, one of Edward's men grabbed him from behind, holding him in a powerful grip. The attacker struggled, but the man’s hold was unyielding. Edward himself appeared, walking quickly toward the confrontation.

With no hesitation, Edward stepped forward, his eyes cold and focused. In a swift motion, he delivered a powerful punch to the first attacker’s face, sending him crashing to the ground. The remaining attackers tried to move in, but Edward’s man quickly neutralized them one by one, forcing them back.

But just as the attackers regrouped, another wave of masked figures emerged from the shadows, rushing toward Edward and his team. The air was tense as a fierce fight broke out. The attackers were quick and relentless, but Edward’s men held their ground, fighting back fiercely.

Just as things seemed to reach a standoff, a few more figures appeared from a side entrance. They weren’t dressed like Edward’s men, but they fought with precision, taking down attackers with sharp, calculated moves. Together, the two groups overwhelmed the remaining assailants, forcing them to retreat.

Edward watched as the attackers scrambled, vanishing in the dark. The threat had been neutralized, but something didn’t sit right with him. His gaze shifted toward the men who had come to his aid—the ones who weren’t part of his team.

He furrowed his brow, a wave of suspicion washing over him. Who were they? he wondered, as they quickly disappeared into the shadows, leaving him with more questions than answers.

He turned back toward the building, his mind racing. Amelia was still asleep, unaware of the close call. But Edward couldn't shake the feeling that this attack was just the beginning of something much bigger.

(In the morning)

The sun had just begun to filter through the blinds of Edward’s office when he sat at his desk, replaying the CCTV footage from the previous night. His eyes were fixed on the screen, watching the scene unfold again and again—his men fighting off the attackers, the unknown figures who had arrived to help, and the attackers fleeing into the shadows. His fists clenched in frustration as the footage rewound, showing the same mysterious men who had helped, but who they were and what their involvement was, still remained a mystery.

Edward’s voice echoed through his office as he yelled at his team over the phone. His frustration was boiling over. “How have you still not found them? We came this close to-” he started, but his words froze mid-sentence when he turned and saw Amelia standing in the doorway, dressed and ready to leave. 

His expression darkened instantly, his anger now mixed with alarm. He didn’t want her to know about the attack from the previous night, and the sight of her standing there only heightened his frustration. His voice lashed out sharply, “What are you doing here?!” 

Amelia froze, startled by his tone. Edward quickly hung up the call and approached her, his cold, intimidating expression making her instinctively step back.