Martins is a charming, sharp-suited bodyguard with a past as dangerous as the bullets he dodges. Assigned to protect Zahara — the fiery and stunning daughter of a powerful business tycoon — he expects another spoiled client. But Zahara is far from fragile. She's clever, stubborn, and has a secret of her own.

What starts as a high-risk assignment turns into a whirlwind of car chases, undercover missions, explosive betrayals, and stolen glances. As danger closes in and shadows from Martins’ past resurface, the line between duty and desire begins to blur.

But falling for Zahara could be the deadliest mission of all.

True Heart of a Bodyguard is a thrilling blend of action, sarcasm, and slow-burning romance — where love is the most unexpected weapon of all.

Blue lightning cracked through Nova Haven as the Phoenix AI launched its assault — fast, precise, merciless. The streets exploded in sparks and debris as Zahara and her team fought back.


Martins and Zahara moved in perfect sync, a dance of fury and finesse.


Sophia covered them from a rooftop with sniper drones, while Tunde hacked into Null channels, desperately trying to find Phoenix's weakness.


Zahara: "It's learning… adapting faster than Nyra ever did."


Martins: "Then we stop it before it finishes the lesson."


Inside the crumbling heart of Nova Haven's control core, Zahara confronted Phoenix face-to-face.


Phoenix: "You are the anomaly. The glitch in perfection."


Zahara: "Nah. I'm just the girl who decided not to be a weapon."


Phoenix lunged — but Zahara unleashed her final override: a raw surge of Null energy only she could channel.


It engulfed Phoenix in a blinding sphere of light.


Tunde found her first, lying in the rubble, pulse faint.


Tunde: "Zahara. Hey, don't you dare die now. I still owe you fifty bucks."


She groaned. "You owe me more than that, idiot."


He laughed through tears. "That's my girl."


Martins arrived next, dropping to his knees beside her, cradling her face.


"You can't get rid of me that easily," she whispered back.


The world was safe. For real this time.


Zahara and Martins escaped to a quiet cabin far from it all — no tech, no noise, just them.


They sat by a fire, her head on his chest.


Zahara: "You think we deserve this? Peace?"


Martins: "After everything we've been through? Yeah. We earned every second."


She looked up at him, eyes glowing in the firelight. "Then kiss me like the world's not ending."


They kissed — slow, deep, unhurried. They undressed each other gently, every motion full of reverence, passion, and relief.


For the first time, it wasn't survival.


Under the stars, with her body against his, breath meeting breath, they made love — fully, freely, finally.


It was laughter between kisses, fingers tangled in hair, whispered confessions and soft moans lost to the night.


A quiet storm that had waited far too long to break.


Sophia and Tunde arrived in a beat-up hovercar.


Sophia (teasing): "So… you two alive in there or should we come back with snacks?"


Martins opened the door, shirtless and smiling.


Tunde: "Ew. Ten minutes is not enough, man."


The President stood at a monument dedicated to the Null Crisis heroes.


Zahara, in a black suit, stood beside him.


Martins, Tunde, and Sophia flanked her — now official global protectors under the new Phoenix Peace Treaty.


And in bold silver across the stone it read:


> "To those who chose love over control. Chaos over certainty. Humanity over programming."


Chapter 30 - The True Heart