Mirror of love

MIRROR OF LOVE

 Chapter Three: Shadows and Suspicion 

The night had been long, but the house was finally quiet. Elera sat on the edge of her bed, her mind replaying every moment—the gunshots, the panic, and Aden. His stillness in the chaos, his eerie calmness… something about it unsettled her.

Going to meet her Dad, 

"Dad?"

"Are you alright?" His tone was firm, but there was concern beneath it.

"I'm fine," she said, though she wasn't sure she believed it.

Her father exhaled. "Elera, listen carefully. What happened tonight was not random. Someone is might want to harm you and might want to you may be since I'm handing over the shares of my company to you.

She frowned. "That doesn't make sense. Why would anyone—"

"I don't have all the answers yet," he interrupted. "But until I do, I'm not taking any risks.ln the mean time I've hired a bodyguard for you." Lucas 

Your body guard at the ball

Elera's stomach dropped. "A what?"

"He starts tomorrow."

"Dad, that's unnecessary. I don't need a bodyguard."I am fine you don't have to be worried or protective of me 

"This isn't a discussion, Elera," he said firmly. "His name is Damian, and he will accompany you wherever you go. You're not safe, and I won't take chances with your life."

She clenched her jaw, but she knew arguing was pointless. "Fine," she muttered 

The morning sun bathed the Travis estate in soft golden hues as Elera stepped outside, dressed in a sleek yet professional outfit. The memory of the gunshot at the party still lingered, but she refused to let it shake her. She had work to do, a life to return to.

At the foot of the stairs, standing rigidly beside a sleek black car, was Damian—her newly assigned bodyguard. He was dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, his expression unreadable, his posture stiff. He barely even glanced at her as he pulled the car door open.

Miss Elera, " he greeted, his tone even.

Elera paused before stepping in, eyeing him critically. "I don't want my bodyguard looking like a secret agent," she said, crossing her arms.

Damian remained composed. "My job isn't to look casual, Miss Mensah. It's to keep you safe."

Elera sighed, shaking her head as she slid into the car. "Pull over at the next boutique."

Damian didn't argue. A few minutes later, they stopped at an upscale fashion store. She walked in and, after scanning the racks, picked out a deep blue button-down shirt and fitted slacks. Turning back, she handed them to him with a smirk.

"Wear this."

He hesitated, glancing at the clothes. "This is unnecessary."

"It's not a request," she said smoothly, before heading toward the cashier.

Damian took the clothes without another word. When he emerged from the changing room, dressed in the outfit she had chosen, she gave a small, satisfied nod. "Much better."

Back in the car, Elera glanced at him again. "Have you eaten?"

"I'm fine," he replied curtly.

"That's not an answer."

"I don't eat just anywhere," he said, his tone unreadable.

Her brows lifted slightly. "Are you allergic to something?"

For the first time, there was the smallest pause before he answered. "Something like that."

Elera shrugged. "Well, I'm starving. Let's eat."

She directed him to a cozy café near the hospital, where she ordered breakfast. When the food arrived, she noticed Damian didn't touch his plate.

"You're not eating?" she asked.

"I'm on duty."

She rolled her eyes. "A bodyguard who doesn't eat? What if you pass out from hunger while protecting me?"

His lips twitched slightly, but he still didn't eat.

Later that evening, the hospital hosted a welcome party in her honor. The room was filled with senior doctors, hospital staff, and a few close acquaintances. Laughter and polite conversation filled the air as she moved through the crowd, smiling at familiar faces.

Through it all, Damian remained in the background, his eyes scanning every movement, every corner of the room.

He was alert. Professional. Unwavering.

Exactly the kind of protection she needed.

For now.