The headlines hit hard but none dared tell the truth.
"Kai Allard Involved in Club Brawl
Substance Use Allegations Surface"
"Football Star's Mysterious Night: What Really Happened in Milan?"
They spun stories of chaos and weakness. Of a man spiraling out of control.
No one knew the truth: how close he had come to losing everything.
No one knew who had lured him into the trap. No one knew the faces behind the attack.
And no one knew about the woman,his only salvation that night.
He could still hear her voice, a whisper beneath the noise.
"You're safe. Just stay with me. I won't let them find you."
Her words echoed, a fragile anchor in the storm of his mind.
But her face? Only her name.
Lost in the shadows of that night.
"I don't even know your name."
He had said it, and then left walking away from the only thing that felt real.
Now, every time the memory surfaced, his chest tightened with a strange mix of regret and longing.
Why had he left?
Why had he abandoned the one person who held the truth?
Eliana,she moved like a ghost through the noise of his downfall, unseen, unheard.
She hadn't dragged Kai into the chaos.
She hadn't erased evidence.
She hadn't sent a message or left a clue.
She was simply there where fate had placed her.
The hotel footage was gone, wiped clean by those who wanted the night buried.
No one knew she was the woman who had pulled him back from the edge.
No one knew the weight of her silence.
Her heart ached in a way words couldn't touch.
Every breath she took was haunted by his voice.
"I don't even know your name."
She held on to the memory of his touch, the warmth that had seeped into her bones.
But the pain of being forgotten was sharper.
She wondered if he had really meant it or if the fog of that night had stolen something more.
Sleep had abandoned him.
His days blurred into restless nights filled with questions no one could answer.
The PR machine buzzed behind him,apologies drafted, stories spun but he wanted more.
He wanted truth.
He reached beyond the polished surfaces to the shadows where secrets festered.
"Find her," he ordered his most trusted ally.
"She's a ghost," came the cautious reply.
"Then we hunt ghosts."
Every time he closed his eyes, he reached for her phantom hands slipping through his fingers.
He felt like he was chasing a memory that might not even exist.
Somewhere Else
Watching a grainy, blurred video loop again and again, a woman's eyes gleamed coldly.
The attackers had done their job well,no traces, no witnesses.
But Kai's obsession was becoming dangerous.
"He's unraveling," she whispered, lips curling.
"And soon, she won't matter."
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.
"Keep her close. Watch her every step. She's the key."
The streets at night offered no comfort.
Shadows lengthened, and eyes followed.
A black car slowed as she passed.
Her pulse quickened.
Was she being watched? Hunted?
She swallowed the rising fear and kept walking.
She couldn't run,not now.
In the silence of his room, every heartbeat reminded him of her.
The mystery.
The touch.
The voice.
He would not rest.
Not until he found her.
Not until he understood what he'd lost.