Chapter 6 Six
A soft knock came at the door.
Mira’s head snapped up.
Her heart kicked once—hard—before she forced it to calm down.
“Come in,” she said.
The door opened without hesitation.
Antonio stepped in.
“Mr. Corvin wants you,” he said.
No greeting. Nothing.
The boss and his bodyguard seem to be birds of the same feathers cold as ice.
Mira straightened.
“Now?” she asked.
Antonio gave a small nod. “Now.”
Of course. Straight to work.
She grabbed her phone, slipped it into her bag, then paused for half a second—just enough to steady herself.
Then she followed him out.
The hallway felt colder this time.
Quieter.
Like the house was mourning all the life lost..
Antonio didn’t speak as they walked. His steps were measured, precise. Like he knew exactly how much noise he was allowed to make.
They passed doors Mira hadn’t noticed before. Some closed. Some slightly open, revealing glimpses of rooms too perfect to be lived in.
Then they stopped.
A different door this time.
Heavily painted with black..
Antonio knocked once.
“Enter.”
That voice again.. Cold.
Antonio opened the door and stepped aside.
Mira walked in.
Salvatore was by the window this time, his back to her. One hand in his pocket, the other resting lightly against the glass as he looked out over the trees.
He didn’t turn immediately.
Didn’t acknowledge her.
Just let the silence sit.
Mira stayed where she was.
Waiting.
Then—
“You must like your room” he said. Not a question.
But a statement.
“Yes,” Mira replied.
A pause.
“Good. I made it specially to suit you Miss Zoss.”
Mira rolled her eyes .. there he was saying her name wrongly again. Was he trying to piss her off she thought.
He then turned slowly. His eyes found hers instantly. Those beautiful blue eyes one could lose and sell their soul for.
“You start now.”
Mira blinked slightly...give herself a small pinch a reminder that she isn’t there to admire the man’s look. He was a murderer a psychotic one at that.
“Now?” she repeated before she could stop herself.
His expression didn’t change.
“Did I stutter?”
Mira straightened.
“No, sir.”
He walked past her, heading toward the desk.
“There’s a situation that has been bothering me,” he said. “You said you handle problems. And you’re good at it.”
His tone made it clear…
That he was testing her.
Mira followed him with her eyes.
“I do.”
He picked up a file and tossed it onto the desk.
It slid toward her.
“Then handle this.”
Mira stepped forward and picked it up.
Her eyes scanned the first page.
And just like that..
her expression changed.
Whatever was inside…
it wasn’t small.
Behind her, Salvatore’s voice came again.
Coldly .
“Let’s see if your brain is worth more than your mouth.”
Mira’s eyes moved quickly across the page.
Names. Dates. Headlines.
Then it hit her.
Her breath caught.
This was about his First wife.
Suddenly the air became tight and the room became uncomfortable.
She looked through the pages..
A formal complaint. Public pressure. Media interest starting to rise again.
And at the center of it— Salvatore Corvin.
Accused.
Her fingers tightened slightly on the file as she read further.
In-laws demanding investigation… claiming foul play… reopening questions around their daughter Elara’s death…
Mira’s stomach twisted.
So it wasn’t just whispers. Not just rumors.
People were actually saying it out loud.. at least the families of the victim were .. Accusing him.
Her mind flashed back to Anna’s voice.
Six wives. All dead.
Her throat went dry.
Mira forced herself to keep reading, but the words blurred for a second.
Because now she wasn’t just hearing it.
She was standing in front of it.
Working for it. The monster who caused their death.
Her chest tightened.
What exactly had she just walked into?
“What is it?” Salvatore’s voice cut in, cold and impatient.
Mira blinked, pulling herself back.
“Hmm.. They’re accusing you,” she said carefully, lifting her gaze to him. “Your in-laws… your first wife’s family. They’re pushing it publicly.”
Silence.
She just watched her … Not shocked. Not defensive.
Nothing.
She looked at with his cold eyes like he didn’t care..
Salvatore stepped closer, his presence closing in again.
“I don’t care what they’re saying,” he said flatly.
Mira swallowed.
His eyes locked onto hers.
“I want them quiet.”
The way he said it.. Simple.
Direct. And Utterly .. Terrifying.
Mira felt a chill run down her spine.
Not because of the task.
But because of how easy he made it sound.
Like silencing people was just… routine.
“How?” she asked before she could stop herself.
His gaze sharpened slightly.
“That’s your job.”
A beat passed .
Then—Salvatore spoke again
“You said you clean things up.”
Mira’s grip on the file tightened.
This wasn’t damage control.
This was something else.
This was murder.. the family of the deceased needed clarity and his asking her to silence their voice .
Salvatore stepped even closer.
Close enough that his voice didn’t need to be loud.
“Fix it,” he said. “You have just ten hours.”
Mira’s heart skipped.
“Ten—?”
She stopped herself.
His eyes held hers..
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t care.
“Ten hours,” he repeated.
Leaving no room for negotiation. Or explanation
Just a deadline.
Mira felt the pressure settle fully now.
This test he had throw at fix.. made her. Blood boil in anger. He was trying to get a reaction from her .
And failure didn’t feel like an option here.
Not with him.
If she wanted to catch this bastard she needed to do this.
Mira took a slow breath, forcing her thoughts to steady.
“Understood sir,” she said finally.
Salvatore stepped back.
“Good,” he said.
Then turned away.
Like the matter was already beneath him.
Like she either handled it… or she lose her job.
Mira stood there for a second longer, the file still in her hands.
Ten hours.
To silence a grieving family accusing a powerful man of murder.
Her chest tightened again.
But this time… it wasn’t fear.
It was the weight of the line she was about to cross.
And deep down— She knew to be able to catch Salvatore she had to again his trust.