Chapter 6: Enemy from the Past

Alina could feel the man's gaze on her—filled with suspicion. But did he truly know what was happening, or was he merely guessing? She had to be careful.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied flatly, trying to suppress the tension in her voice. "I'm just a doctor who survived an accident."

The man studied her for a moment, then let out a quiet chuckle, as if he didn't believe her. "Is that so?"

He stood up, adjusted his suit, and walked toward the door. But before leaving, he paused.

"One more thing," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "If you really are Aileen Monroe, I suggest you stop digging into things that aren't your business."

Alina felt her expression harden. He suspected something, even if he wasn't entirely sure yet.

"And if you're not Aileen Monroe…" The man tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Then we'll surely meet again… Alina Devereaux."

The door closed slowly, leaving Alina standing still. They knew, but they were still unsure. One thing was certain—time was running out.

Once she was sure the man was gone, Alina hurried to her laptop. She had to dig deeper. If someone wanted her dead, there had to be a reason.

"They know me as Alina?" she murmured, eyes fixed on the screen. "That means Aileen is connected to them too."

Hours passed before she finally found the folder she was looking for—locked with complex encryption. When she finally cracked it open, dozens of documents filled the screen.

"Got it!" she breathed, her eyes gleaming. "This is what Aileen knew."

As she read through the reports carefully, the truth became clearer—Aileen Monroe didn't die in an accident. She was murdered after uncovering something dangerous.

And worse…

The organization behind it was directly connected to Marco.

"Just as I suspected. They knew both Aileen and Alina," she muttered, her anger growing.

This wasn't just about exposing a conspiracy in the hospital. This was about revenge. Marco had to pay for everything he had done.

Alina slowly closed her laptop, her eyes burning with long-suppressed fury. "So, betraying me wasn't enough for you, Marco? You were involved in this too?"

Her fists clenched. She had to move quickly. If they knew she was investigating, her life would be in danger once again.

And this time, she wouldn't let herself die.

The next day, Alina returned to the hospital, trying to act normal. But this time, every conversation and interaction became an opportunity to gather more information.

She began watching Dr. Samuel Wright, the chief surgeon known for handling organ transplants. He might not have realized he was being observed, but Alina could sense it—he was hiding something.

Then, the perfect opportunity arose. Alina followed Dr. Wright into the records room. Once he was sure no one else was around, he started searching through the filing cabinets.

"Looking for something?" Alina's voice was soft but lethal. "Dr. Wright."

The man jolted, hastily closing the drawer and turning around. His face had gone pale. "Dr. Monroe, you startled me."

Alina stepped closer, her gaze calm but piercing. "It seems like you're searching for something important."

Wright swallowed hard, looking uneasy. "I was just… checking some old files."

"Old files?" Alina tilted her head slightly. "Or perhaps something related to patients who lost their kidneys without consent?"

His expression changed instantly. His eyes widened, sweat forming on his forehead.

"What do you know?" he whispered.

Alina smirked, knowing she had the upper hand. "I know enough to make the people involved very afraid," she said smoothly. "And I know you're not the one at the top of this chain. So why don't we talk… calmly?"

Wright stared at her for a long moment before finally exhaling heavily.

"Fine," he conceded. "But not here. If they find out I'm talking to you…"

"Don't worry." Alina smiled mysteriously. "I have ways to keep us safe."

Because even though she was no longer Alina Devereaux on paper, the soul of a mafia never truly dies.

"We'll meet tomorrow night, doctor," she said, slipping a small piece of paper into his coat pocket. "At a safe place."

As the meeting drew closer that night, an uneasy feeling crept over Alina.

"Why do I feel like something bad is coming?" she muttered to herself. "Ah, maybe I'm just being paranoid."

But she wasn't.

While walking down the hallway, she overheard two nurses talking.

"Did you hear? A doctor was found unconscious in the parking lot last night."

"Yeah, they said it was some kind of sudden attack… so strange."

Alina's blood ran cold—they were already making their move. That meant time was running out. If she wanted to survive and get her revenge, she had to act first. And this time, she wouldn't do it alone.

She knew the clock was ticking. They were aware that "Aileen Monroe" wasn't staying quiet. If they had the nerve to attack Dr. Wright, she could very well be their next target.

"But I'm not the kind of woman who goes down easily."

That night, Alina dressed in all black, masked herself, and slipped out of the hospital. With all the information she had gathered, there was only one thing left to secure—a powerful ally.

"I need to find him."