Alpha Razor King-Chapter 44: Blue Document.

**Isabella**

The image of Tara and Chris locked in a passionate kiss lingered stubbornly in my mind, refusing to fade. What did it signify? Could it be that Tara and Chris had been keeping secrets, perhaps even fucking behind Razor’s back?

Pushing aside the unsettling thoughts, I went through my usual training regimen for the day. As I headed back indoors, a sudden idea struck me like lightning. Without hesitation, I decided to act on it, my feet carrying me swiftly towards Razor’s office.

Arriving at the hallway outside Razor’s domain, I paused briefly, scanning my surroundings. Spotting no sign of Chris, I made a split-second decision to proceed. The guards, engrossed in their own discussion, seemed oblivious to my presence as I darted into the office, ensuring to close the door with a soft click.

Relief flooded through me as I began my search, methodically scouring through the shelves for any clues.

After what felt like an eternity of fruitless searching, I collapsed into the chair before the desk, my body slumping in exhaustion.

"Where the hell is this document?" I muttered under my breath, frustration boiling within me.

Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I began to dial Ian’s number, only to be interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone. My heart leaped into my throat as I saw Razor’s name flashing on the screen.

Panic seized me as I debated whether to answer. Ignoring his call was not an option; I knew I had to pick up, or face the consequences.

"Finally decided to answer, huh?" Razor’s voice came through, deceptively calm but laced with an underlying seriousness that sent a chill down my spine.

"I’m sorry, I was just... taking a nap inside our bedroom," I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"How’s my lovely wife doing today?" His question seemed innocuous, but I sensed the weight of his expectations beneath the surface.

"Just fine," I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. "I finished my training and came back to the penthouse."

"Why haven’t you bothered to call me?" His voice lowered, a hint of disappointment creeping in.

"I... I..." My fingers fumbled, accidentally knocking a file to the floor, the noise echoing in the tense silence.

"What was that?" Razor’s sharp ears caught the sound, and my heart sank.

"It was just... the remote," I stammered, scrambling for an excuse. "I accidentally kicked it with my foot."

"Hmm." His response was curt, but it made me tremble in fear. "We’ll talk later."

With that, he ended the call, leaving me trembling in his wake. Collapsing back into the chair, I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. He had been gone for two days, and I wasn’t expecting him back until tomorrow, but his unexpected call had left me feeling uneasy.

With a renewed sense of urgency, I turned back to the desk, determined to find the fucking document. Just as frustration threatened to overwhelm me, my eyes fell upon a nondescript brown envelope tucked away in Razor’s drawer. With trembling hands, I retrieved it, revealing a document inside boldly labeled as the "blue document."

What the fuck! The name of the document was the ’blue document,’ and here I was searching for a document of the color blue. How stupid. Hastily stowing it away in my jacket, I turned towards the door, only to be startled by its sudden opening, revealing Tara standing before me.

"Well, well," she remarked, her arms folded across her chest. "Who do we fucking have here?"

As Tara stood before me, arrogance radiating from her every pore, I squared my shoulders and met her gaze head-on. "What the hell are you doing here, you bitch?"

She rolled her eyes dismissively, the smug curve of her lips infuriating me further. "I should be asking you the same question. I came here to keep this," she taunted, waving a brown envelope in the air. "Now, answer me. Why are you here?"

"Get out of my damn way," I retorted sharply, gesturing impatiently. "I don’t owe you any fucking explanation, and besides, this is my husband’s office."

"Does Razor know his mate has such a filthy mouth?" Tara sneered, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "I wonder how he’d react if he heard you. Perhaps another spanking is in order?"

Fueled by anger and frustration, I raised my hand to slap her, but she intercepted it with surprising speed. "Let go, you bitch," I demanded, struggling against her grasp.

She released my hand with unnecessary force, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I’d love nothing more than to tear your fucking heart out with my claws..."

"Try it, and see what my husband does to you," I shot back defiantly.

"You have no shame," Tara hissed, her tone icy. "Maybe I should just tell him I caught you sneaking into his office."

Suppressing a laugh, I leaned in closer, relishing the confusion that flickered across her face. "Oh, I think we both have secrets worth sharing."

"Secrets?" Her voice wavered, her composure slipping. "What secrets?"

I seized the opportunity, reveling in the power shift. "I saw you kissing Chris," I revealed, watching as panic clouded her features. "You thought nobody knew, didn’t you?"

"Stop it!" Tara snapped, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

"Why should I?" I countered, a hint of amusement creeping into my tone. "I thought we were being honest with Razor."

"Just stop!" Tara gritted her teeth, unwilling to escalate the confrontation further.

Smirking triumphantly, I tossed my hair back casually. "I’m glad we could come to an understanding. You keep quiet about me, and I’ll do the same about you. And if you want me out of Razor’s life so badly, just step aside, and your wish will be granted."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you planning?"

"None of your business," I retorted, my tone dripping with sass. "Just keep your nose out of my affairs, and we’ll get along just fine."

With a flip of my hair, I made to walk past her, aiming for the door, but her warning halted me in my tracks.

"Don’t do anything you’ll regret," she cautioned, her voice laden with menace.

Turning to face her, I smirked, unfazed by her threats. "I’ll keep that in mind," I replied.

Reaching for the door handle, I was once again thwarted as someone else beat me to it. Stepping back in surprise, I felt a chill run down my spine as I beheld Razor standing in the doorway, his expression shifting from a greeting smile to a dark scowl.

"Hello, my dear wife," he greeted me, his voice chillingly calm. "I see this is our new bedroom?"