Chapter 8: The Web Tightens

Amara's confrontation with Ethan marked a turning point in their relationship. While he agreed to keep her informed about how her work was being used, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still holding back. His explanations were always just enough to placate her, but never enough to fully satisfy her growing suspicions.

The art world, however, continued to embrace her. Her solo show had cemented her reputation as a rising star, and offers for collaborations, interviews, and commissions poured in. But the more success she achieved, the more she felt like a stranger in her own life.

One afternoon, as she was preparing for an interview with a prominent art magazine, Marcus showed up at her studio unannounced.

You've been avoiding me, he said, leaning against the doorframe with his usual casual demeanour.

Amara set down the canvas she was working on and sighed. I've been busy. And honestly, Marcus, I'm not sure I'm ready for another one of your warnings about Ethan.

Marcus stepped inside, his expression serious. This isn't about warnings. It's about facts. Things you need to know.

Amara crossed her arms, her defences rising. What kind of facts?

Marcus pulled out his phone and handed it to her. On the screen was a series of documents contracts, financial records, and emails.

What is this? Amara asked, her brow furrowing as she scrolled through the files.

Proof, Marcus said. Ethan's been using your work to secure loans for his real estate projects. But it's not just that. He's also been selling shares of your future earnings to investors. Without your consent.

Amara's stomach dropped as she read through the documents. The numbers were staggering, and the implications were even worse.

How did you get these? she asked, her voice trembling.

Marcus hesitated. Let's just say I have friends in low places. People who don't like the way Ethan does business.

Amara handed the phone back to him, her mind racing. Why are you showing me this?

Because you deserve to know the truth, Marcus said. Ethan's not just using your work—he's exploiting you. And if you don't do something about it, he's going to take everything you've built.

Amara sank into a chair, the weight of Marcus's words pressing down on her. I don't know what to do.

Marcus sat down across from her, his expression softening. You're stronger than you think, Amara. But you can't do this alone. Let me help you.

Amara looked at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. Why do you care so much?

Marcus smiled faintly. Let's just say I've been where you are. And I wish someone had been there to help me.

That evening, Amara met Lila for dinner at their favourite café. She filled her in on everything Marcus had told her, her voice shaking with anger and frustration.

I can't believe he's been doing this behind my back, Amara said, gripping her coffee cup tightly. I trusted him.

Lila reached across the table and squeezed her hand. I know you did. But now you know the truth, and you can do something about it.

Amara sighed. I just… I don't know where to start. Ethan's powerful, and he's got everyone in his pocket. Who's going to believe me?

Lila's expression turned serious. You're not alone, Amara. You've got me, and you've got Marcus. And you've got your talent. That's something Ethan can't take away from you.

Amara nodded, her determination slowly returning. You're right. I can't let him win.

The next morning, Amara arrived at Ethan's office, her portfolio in hand. She knocked on the door and stepped inside, her heart pounding but her resolve steady.

Ethan looked up from his desk, his expression calm. Amara. What brings you here?

She set her portfolio on his desk and met his gaze. We need to talk. About my work, and your plans for it.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. Of course. What's on your mind?

Amara took a deep breath. I know what you've been doing. Using my work as collateral, selling shares of my future earnings. All without my consent.

Ethan's expression remained calm, but she noticed a flicker of tension in his eyes. Amara, I can explain.

No, she said firmly. You've had your chance to explain. Now it's my turn. I'm done being a pawn in your game. From now on, I'm in control of my career.

Ethan studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he smiled. You're stronger than I thought. I respect that.

Amara nodded, but the unease in her chest remained. She'd taken a step toward reclaiming control, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the battle was far from over.