Chapter 7: Whispers and Warnings

Amira moved through the gala on Jordan's arm, her posture perfect, her smile flawless. She had never been surrounded by so much wealth before—diamonds glittering on wrists, champagne flowing endlessly, laughter that sounded as polished as the marble floors beneath her heels.

But despite the dazzling setting, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.

"Excuse me," a smooth voice interrupted.

Amira turned to see a man in his mid-thirties approaching them. His hair was dark, his features sharp, and his smile too charming to be genuine.

"Victor Blackwell," he introduced himself, extending his hand. "I've been meaning to meet the woman who finally tamed Jordan Carter."

Amira hesitated before shaking his hand. "I wouldn't say I tamed him."

Victor chuckled. "Smart and beautiful. I see why he chose you." His gaze flickered to Jordan. "But we both know this isn't about love, is it?"

Jordan's grip on her waist tightened slightly. "Careful, Blackwell."

Victor raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Carter. Just making conversation." He turned to Amira, lowering his voice. "A little advice—be careful who you trust in this world. Especially your husband."

Amira's stomach clenched. Before she could ask what he meant, Victor gave her a wink and walked away.

She turned to Jordan, searching his face. "What was that about?"

Jordan took a sip of his drink, his expression unreadable. "Stay away from him."

"But why—"

"Because I said so."

His tone was final. End of discussion.

But as the night wore on, Amira couldn't stop thinking about Victor's warning.

Was there something about Jordan she didn't know?

And more importantly… did she really want to find out?.