Chapter 47

Alex’s POV

The private jet soared through the darkened sky, its engines humming with a steady rhythm. Inside the luxurious cabin, a tense atmosphere hung heavy, permeating the air with a sense of uncertainty. Talisca, Ava, and the guards sat in silence, their expressions guarded, their eyes flickering with suspicion.

I sat among them, my heart pounding in my chest. The silent exchange between Talisca and his guards hadn’t gone unnoticed, and a gnawing fear began to take hold of me. Had they discovered my true identity? Were they plotting my capture? The weight of those questions pressed down on me, threatening to unravel my carefully crafted facade.

As the jet soared through the night, I observed the subtle nuances in their interactions. Talisca’s piercing gaze occasionally swept over me, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. Ava, on the other hand, maintained a distance, her suspicion lingering in the shadows of her expression. It was clear