“What’s that?” He tightened his grip on her fingers. “I trust you.” The words were so simple.
But to him, they meant everything. And judging by the way Anna’s breath caught in her throat, the way her cheeks flushed in the pale moonlight, and the way she didn’t pull her hand away… she understood. And for now, that was more than enough.
The night was restless. Grant tossed and turned in his hospital bed. His body was still weak, but his mind was racing. And then… a flash. A sudden, violent burst of memory crashed through his subconscious like a dam breaking.
The road was dark. Rain was pouring down, slamming against the windshield so hard his wipers could barely keep up. Grant gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind still clouded from the tense meeting he had just left. Something felt… off.
Then, out of nowhere… Headlights, blindingly bright. A big, black SUV swerved directly into his lane, racing toward him at full speed. Grant yanked the wheel hard, his expensive tires skidding uselessly on the slick pavement. The brakes. He slammed his foot down. They didn’t work.
His heart pounded in his chest as he desperately tried to regain control. And just before the moment of impact, his eyes darted to the side of the road. There was a shadowy figure standing there. Just… watching. And then, complete blackness.
Grant’s eyes snapped open, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps. His pulse was racing, cold sweat clinging to his skin. The memory had been so vivid, so terrifyingly real. And now, he knew the truth.
This wasn’t an accident. Someone had tried to murder him.
Anna noticed something was wrong the second she walked into his room the next morning. He was different. The faint, recovering smirk he’d started to develop was gone. His entire body was tense. His hands were clenched tightly into fists at his sides.
“Grant?” she asked carefully, approaching the bed. “What’s wrong?” His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, but today they were filled with a new, cold intensity. “I remember something.”
Anna’s stomach dropped. “The… the accident?” He gave one, stiff nod. “It wasn’t an accident, Anna.”
“Someone tampered with my brakes. And there was a man… he was standing on the side of the road, just… watching as my car crashed.”
Anna felt a fresh wave of chills run down her spine. Everything she had suspected from the file… he had just confirmed it. But the biggest question remained. Who? And why?
Anna and Grant spent the next few days digging deeper. Now that he was more alert, he directed her where to look, going through his personal files, company records, and anything that could possibly hint at someone wanting him gone.
Then, finally, they found it. It was a financial transfer, a very large sum of money wired just two days before the accident. The recipient? A shell corporation linked to a known criminal, someone with a history of orchestrating… staged “accidents.”
And the sender? Nathan Carter. Grant’s half-brother.
The realization hit Grant like a physical blow. “It was him,” Grant whispered, his hand gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were white. Nathan. He had always been jealous, always felt like Grant was the favored son, the one who inherited their father’s true legacy while he was left standing in the shadows.
And now, it was clear he had tried to erase Grant completely. Anna felt her heart clench in fear and anger. “Grant… he really wanted you dead.”
Grant’s jaw tightened into a line of hard granite. “And now,” he said, his voice cold, “I’m going to make sure he pays.”..
