Novelas de Anawrites

CHLOE’S POVFor several seconds, I couldn't move.The photograph lay on the table between Damian and me. It showed my mother standing outside the Rourke mansion on the night Edward Rourke was murdered.Eleanor Summers.My mother.The woman who had spent years pretending that nothing in our family was worth discussing. The woman who always looked away whenever I asked about the past.And apparently, the woman who had been connected to one of the darkest nights in the Rourke family's history.I picked up the photograph again."Where did this come from?"Damian's expression was unreadable. "The same anonymous sender who has been threatening you.""Then how do we know it's genuine?""We don't."His answer surprised me.I looked at him. "You think it's fake?""I think someone wants us to believe your mother was involved in my father's murder. That doesn't make it true."I stared at the picture.The photograph looked old. My mother wore a dark coat, and her hair was pulled back. She stood n

CHLOE'S POVAsk Damian who killed his father.I read the message again, hoping I had misunderstood it.But the words remained unchanged.Across the room, Damian sat on the edge of a hospital bed while a doctor dressed the wound on his hand. The injury wasn't life-threatening, but the sight of his blood had frightened me more than I wanted to admit.He noticed me staring."Chloe, what's wrong?"I slipped my phone into my handbag."Nothing."His eyes narrowed."Don't lie to me."I hesitated.Then I walked towards him and showed him the message.His expression changed."Where did this come from?""The same person who sent the photograph of Caroline."He read it silently."Ask Damian who killed his father."He returned my phone."Someone is trying to manipulate you.""Are they?""Yes."I folded my arms."Then answer the question."His jaw tightened."What question?""Who killed your father?"He looked away.For several seconds, neither of us spoke.Finally, he said, "I don't know.""That'

CHLOE'S POV"Victor Hale has been entering this mansion?"Damian's voice was dangerously quiet.Ethan nodded."According to the security records, he visited three times within the last month. Each visit was authorised using an old guest pass registered under your grandmother's name."Everyone turned towards Margaret.She looked horrified."That's impossible. I haven't invited Victor here."Damian placed Isabella's letter on the table."Then someone has been using your identity."Margaret shook her head."I don't understand. Victor was your father's business partner, but they stopped speaking years ago.""Apparently, he never stopped visiting."Damian picked up his phone."Ethan, I want the complete visitor records. Also, find out who authorised those entries.""Yes, sir."Margaret sat down, visibly shaken."Damian, I would never betray your father."He approached her."I know, Grandma."But I noticed something.Although Damian said he believed her, his eyes remained fixed on the photo

CHLOE'S POVI stared at the photograph on Ethan's tablet.Edward Rourke stood beside a younger Margaret Rourke at what appeared to be a charity event. They were smiling, surrounded by wealthy guests.There was nothing unusual about the picture.Except for the message Samuel had left behind.The person who ordered Edward's murder is still close to the Rourke family.And the photograph of Margaret had been attached deliberately.I looked at Damian.He hadn't moved."That's my grandmother," he said quietly."I know."He took the tablet from Ethan and examined the photograph."Why would Samuel send this?""Perhaps he's trying to tell us something," Ethan replied.Damian's eyes narrowed."Or he's trying to make us suspect the wrong person."I looked at the photograph again."Could your grandmother have been involved?"Damian turned towards me."Margaret raised me after my father died. She has protected this family for years.""I didn't say she was guilty.""I know what you're asking."His

CHLOE'S POV"He's the same man who killed Edward Rourke."Samuel's words barely left his mouth before everything happened at once.Damian grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him."Ethan! Get security!"The man in the dark coat reached inside his jacket.A security guard shouted, and people in the lobby began screaming.I heard a loud crash.Someone knocked over a reception table, sending documents and glass ornaments scattering across the floor."Stay behind me!" Damian ordered.I clutched his jacket.The stranger turned towards the entrance, but two security officers blocked his path.He pushed one of them aside and ran."Don't let him escape!" Damian shouted.Ethan rushed towards the doors with another guard.Within seconds, the stranger disappeared into the street.I remained frozen.Damian turned towards me."Are you hurt?"I shook my head."Samuel?"We both looked towards the place where my uncle had been standing.He was gone.I stepped away from Damian."Where is he?"Ethan ret

CHLOE'S POV"She wasn't supposed to disappear."My mother's words echoed through the hallway.For several seconds, I couldn't move."What did you just say?"Mother glanced towards her bedroom, then back at me. Her face had lost its usual composure."Chloe, we need to talk.""Then talk, I'm listening."She reached for my arm, but I stepped away."Not here," she whispered. "Come inside."I followed her into the bedroom.Father was standing beside the window, his phone in his hand. His expression darkened when he saw me."What is she doing here?""She heard us," Mother replied.Father closed his eyes briefly."Of course she did."I looked between them."How long have you both been hiding this?""You're asking questions you won't understand," Father said."Then help me understand. Who was Isabella Moore? Why was Uncle Samuel at the Ashford Club? And why did someone send me a message saying he came home covered in blood?"Mother gasped.Father immediately turned towards her."Who told her