chapter 30 Naina's Game Begins

Just as the mysterious stranger began to walk closer to Monty, his curious gaze fixed on the unconscious man sprawled beside the sleek black car… a voice sliced through the night.

"Monty?!"

The stranger turned sharply.

There she was—Naina, breathless, her eyes wide with panic as she rushed across the dim street. Her long coat fluttered behind her like a shadow catching up to a storm. She knelt beside Monty in an instant, her hands trembling as she cupped his face.

"Monty… wake up, please," she whispered, brushing back his damp hair.

The stranger took a step back, watching the scene unfold with mild amusement—then turned, quietly disappearing into the night, his smile still lingering like a secret.

Naina looked up once, sensing someone had been there, but her focus stayed on Monty. She gently shook him. "What happened to you? Why do you do this to yourself?" Her voice cracked as she said it.

After a moment of struggle, she managed to get Monty up. He was barely conscious, his head resting against her shoulder as she guided him away from the street. One arm around his waist, the other supporting his back, she walked him toward the guesthouse she was staying in nearby.

Inside the room, dimly lit with warm yellow light, Naina helped him onto the bed. She took off his jacket, loosened his shirt collar, and wiped his face with a wet cloth. He looked so fragile in that moment—nothing like the cheerful, teasing Monty the world knew.

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The night outside was velvet black, pierced only by the occasional flicker of distant city lights. Inside the quiet room, the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated Monty's face—his features serene, almost childlike in unconsciousness. But for Naina, nothing about this night was peaceful.

"You never deserved this," she whispered to his sleeping form.

Her voice trembled, but her hands were steady. Her plan wasn't born out of impulse—it had taken root in her heart like a slow-burning fire. She walked to her bag and retrieved the hidden camera she had kept for emergencies—this was her emergency.

She fixed it quietly onto the corner shelf, angling it with careful precision toward the bed. Her pulse raced. Every move had to be calculated. Every image convincing.

Turning back to the bed, she sat beside Monty. His lips were parted slightly in sleep, the tension still etched into his brow. She reached out, gently touching his cheek.

"You were always the strong one," she murmured. "But even strength can be broken. I'll fix this... I'll fix you."

Leaning closer, her hair brushing against his face, she placed a tender kiss on his forehead. It lingered. A silent promise.

Then she slid her arms beneath his and slowly pulled him into a loose embrace, arranging his limbs so that it looked as if he had reached for her. She rested her head against his chest, her fingers tangled in his shirt. The camera's red light blinked silently in the distance, recording every moment.

She pressed her lips gently against his—soft, barely more than a brush. But from the lens's view, it looked like shared affection. Like desire.

She paused, catching her reflection in the glass. For a moment, doubt flickered in her eyes.

But then she remember This wasn't just about revenge. It was about balance.

Naina exhaled slowly and rose from the bed, adjusting her blouse and wiping the corner of her eye. She walked over to the camera, stopped the recording, and played it back.

The footage was perfect.

It captured what she needed—not just physical closeness, but a believable illusion. Enough to plant seeds of suspicion. Enough to destroy trust.

She saved the video on her device and tucked the camera away. She looked back at Monty once more—still unconscious, unaware of the storm she had just set in motion.

"Forgive me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm doing this... to bring you and your money back."