Chapter 31
-Maya’s POV-
The knocking continued, a persistent hammering that was starting to grate on my nerves. This
wasn’t the time for unexpected visitors, not with everything happening,
Just as I was about to tell Ivan to ignore it, the sound of the front door swinging open sliced through
the tense silence. A m u f l e d exchange of words followed, then a high-pitched voice,ced with
annoyance, cut through the air. “Get out of my way!”
I let out a m e n a l groan. Thest person I needed to see right now was Miranda. My wolf, already
on high alert from the chaotic events of the night, perked up at the sound of her voice. My ws felt
like they were itching to extend from my fingertips.
Ivan let out a low groan beside me, mirroring my own frustration. Miranda pushed past the
bewildered-looking police officer who had answered the door. She looked like a mess, her designer
clothes wrinkled and her normally styled hair hanging limp around her shoulders. But it wasn’t just
her appearance that threw me off. There was a frantic edge to her eyes, a desperation that I hadn’t
seen before.
“Miranda, what are you doing here?” Ivan asked, his voiceced with a mixture of annoyance and
concern.
She ignored himpletely, her icy gazending directly on me. “You f**g little b**h,” she spat, her
voice tight with barely concealed fury.
“Miranda,” Ivan growled, his voice a low rumble. This time, she couldn’t ignore him. She whipped
her head towards him, her eyes zing.
The remaining police officers exchanged wary nces, unsure of whether to intervene. The tension
in the room was thick enough. to cut with a knife.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to step forward. “Haven’t you caused enough drama for one
night? What more do you want?” My voice came out calmer than I felt. Inside, however, I was
fuming. Couldn’t this woman see that we were dealing with a serious situation here? Did she have
to make everything about her?
“Oh, please shut up,” she snapped. “You think you can take him away from me? Well, you’re
wrong!”
I was not in the mood to y dumb so I crossed my arms defensively. “I have no interest in Alex,
and I don’t know why you came to my father’s house, but I suggest you leave because I won’t let
anyone hold me down this time.”
My words seemed to register with her for a split second. Surprise flickered across her face, then a c
n n g glint reced it. She finally turned her attention to Ivan, “You know? That they were married?”
A dark look crossed his face, “And I’m realizing now that you knew too and you didn’t tell me,” he
said, his voice low and dangerous.
“I-I-” she stammered, momentarily flustered.
Before she could continue, I cut her off. I’d had enough of her games. “Please leave, Miranda. We
are already dealing with so much,” I sighed, my voiceced with exhaustion.
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As if just realizing the state of the house for the first time, she nced around at the overturned
furniture and s c a t t er e d papers: Her expression remained unreadable for a beat, then she
turned back to us, her focus back on Ivan.
“Can’t you see her for what she is?” she screeched. “She’s a maniptor and she’s trying to turn
you against me!” Her voice wasced with a strange desperation, a hint of hysteria creeping in
around the edges.
“This isn’t about me,” I said firmly. “This is about my father. He’s been arrested and we’re trying to
figure out what’s going on.”
A flicker of something akin to fear crossed her face for a brief moment, then it was masked by a
sneer. “Well, good luck with that,” she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And Ivan, don’t let her
fool you.”
He let out a sigh, “That’s enough. You need to leave.”
“No, Ivan. You need to listen to me! This woman, she’s not who she seems. She’s ying you.”
“Miranda!” He snapped, his voiceced with a rare anger I hadn’t seen directed at anyone before.
“Leave Amaya alone and you’ve overstayed your wee. You weren’t even invited in the first
ce.”
Her defiance faltered for a moment, reced by a flicker of hurt that quickly morphed back into
anger. “Don’t you get it? She’s trying to break us up! Can’t you see what’s happening right in front of
you?” She gestured wildly between me and Ivan.
“There’s nothing happening,,” I said firmly, stepping forward to stand beside Ivan. “Your usations
are ridiculous.” Internally, however, a flicker of annoyance sparked. Is this who Alex really chose to
be with?
“Ridiculous?” She scoffed, her voice rising with each word. “Don’t insult my intelligence. The way
you two look at each other – it’s obvious there’s something going on.”
“Look: There is nothing between me and Alex. Like you told me, whatever happened between us in
the past and nothing is going to change that. Your jealousy is clouding your judgment.”
“Jealousy?” she shrieked, her voice cracking with a hint of hysteria. “Don’t you dare y innocent
with me!
“My past with Alex is exactly that. The past. It has nothing to do with me and Ivan.”
“But it does!” she insisted, turning back to her brother. “Can’t you see that? She’s using you to get to
me so she can worm her way back into Alex’s life. Don’t let her manipte you!”
I took a deep breath, trying to maintain some semnce of calm. “It’s not my fault that you are
paranoid. He’s my past, and that’s not going to change.”
Ivan remained silent throughout our exchange, his gaze flickering between us. I couldn’t tell what he
was thinking, but the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Just as she opened her mouth to retort, I cut her off. “Look, Miranda,” I said, my voice firm. “I
understand that you care about Ivan, but this is not the way to handle things. Showing up here
unannounced, causing a scene – it’s not helping anyone. If you truly care about him, then you’ll
leave and let us deal with what’s going on.”
A flicker of something akin to defeat crossed her face for a moment, then she straightened her
shoulders, a defiant glint returning to her eyes. “Fine,” she spat, her voiceced with barely
concealed anger. “But you listen to me good, Amaya. Don’t think you’ve won here. I’m not going
anywhere, and I’ll be watching you. Don’t you dare try to take them away from me.”
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With that final threat hanging in the air, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the house,
mming the front door behind her with a resounding bang. The sound echoed through the tense
silence, leaving a heavy weight in its wake.
Silence descended, thick and heavy. He remained frozen for a beat, his gaze fixed on the empty
doorway. Then, slowly, he turned to me, his face etched with a mixture of guilt and frustration.
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“Amaya, I-” he started, his voice rough. He ran a hand through his already ruffled hair. I simply
shook my head, a sigh escaping my lips. It wasn’t a dramatic sigh, filled with theatrical despair. It
was a tired, weary sigh, the kind thates from dealing with one too many curveballs.
“Why does the drama never end?” I asked, the question more rhetorical than anything. My voice
was quiet, devoid of anger, butced with a heavy dose of exhaustion.
He winced, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew exactly what I meant. “I’m so sorry,” he finally
said, his voice sincere. “I know this isn’t the time for her drama, especially with everything going on
with your father.”
I offered him a small, tired smile. “It’s okay,” I mumbled, more for his benefit than my own. The truth
was, I was beyond caring about Miranda’s antics at this point. He hesitated for a moment, then took
a tentative step towards me. “Look,” he said, his voice low, “what she said about you and him…
there’s nothing to it, right?”
His question hung in the air, a silent plea for reassurance. I met his gaze, my eyes searching his.
“Of course not: Like I said, its my past.”
A flicker of relief crossed his face, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Right. We still
need to meet up with-”
His sentence was cut short by a sharp ringing slicing through the tense silence. The sound made
me remember that some officers were still here and they had witnessed everything. One of them
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He spoke for a few seconds then said something to his counterpart. One of the officers who had
remained by the doorway stepped forward with a grim expression. In a swift, practiced movement,
he grabbed my arm, effectively pulling me away from Ivan.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I stammered, my voiceced with confusion and a rising sense of panic.
“What’s going on?”
The officer’s face remained impassive. “Amaya Stone,” he said, his voice clipped and official. “You
are under arrest for involvement in moneyundering activities.”
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