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Agnes hesitated. Her wrinkled hands clutched the edge of her chair, knuckles whitening as she stared down at the dusty floor. “A ledger” she finally said, her voice low and tight. “Your mother kept a detailed record...dates, names, deals. Everything the Garrett family tried to bury. Corrupt officials, bribes, offshore accounts, blood money... even people who went missing under mysterious circumstances. All of it. She was going to use it to bring the entire empire down.” My heart thundered. “Where is it now?” “That’s the problem” Agnes said, looking up at me with haunted eyes. “She hid it before she died. She didn’t trust anyone, not even me. All she told me was that the key to finding it was ‘with Mariah.’ My breath caught. “With me?” She nodded slowly. “It’s why I’ve stayed hidden all these years. I’ve been trying to protect you, hoping no one would connect the dots. If the Garretts or anyone loyal to them...figured out who you are, they'd come for you. Not just because you’re

Agnes huffed under her breath, muttering something I couldn’t catch. She straightened her shoulders and gave me a long, penetrating look, like she was memorizing my face in case this went badly. Then she walked to the door, undid the latch, and opened it just a crack. I stayed pressed against the wall, just out of sight, heart hammering against my ribcage. Mark’s voice was immediate. “Where is she?” “She’s gone” Agnes replied flatly. “Just left.” There was a beat of silence. I imagined Mark narrowing his eyes. “She was here, right?” “She’s not anymore” Agnes said, her tone sharp now, even as her hand gripped the edge of the door tighter. “And I don’t answer to you, young man.” Silence again. Then his voice, quieter this time. “Tell her to be careful. That’s all I wanted to say.” I heard footsteps retreating slowly, measured, heavy. The door creaked shut again. Agnes turned around, her chest rising and falling faster than before. “You sure he’s not one of them?” s

ELEANOR'S POV Walking out of the elevator with Liam, he offered to drive me home but I refused cause I had other plans. "I brought my car and today's friday, I don't wanna leave my car in the company's parking lot throughout the whole weekend." I gave an excuse that I knew would work on him. Shrugging, he led me to my car and pecked me on my forehead before waving me goodbye, a soft smile on his face. I smiled back, keeping it light, but the moment I slipped into my car and shut the door, the warmth faded from my face, seriousness taking over. I started the engine, but didn’t drive home. Instead, I pulled out the small notebook from my bag, the one with the scribbled address I’d tracked down earlier this week. Agnes Langford. A former housekeeper for the Garrett family. The same year Sarah disappeared… Agnes vanished too. Coincidence? I didn’t believe in those anymore. I typed the address into my GPS and pulled out of the lot, heading across town toward a quiet,

MARK'S POV Standing in front of my desk, I stared at the woman in front of me coldly. "What are you doing here?""Ohh, come on Mark. Is that a way to greet your fiance?" She asked with that annoying smile on her face, a smile I know too well.Gritting my teeth, I scoffed "Ex fiance!" I corrected her, my voice dripping with malice.Claudia’s smile faltered for a split second, but she recovered quickly, brushing an invisible speck off her designer blazer as she stepped closer.“Technicalities” she purred. “You never really ended things properly. One could say you just… ran away.”“I should’ve run faster” I said flatly, my jaw tight. “And you showing up here unannounced? Bad idea.”She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with false sweetness. “I missed you, darling. And from the looks of things, I’m not the only one who’s… interested in you lately.”My eyes narrowed. So that’s what this was about.She leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing her arms. “She’s pretty, your secretary. Has n

ELEANOR'S POVWatching the door closed behind Liam, I felt restless...like something was gonna happen but not really sure what it was.It's been a week since Liam and I started dating, I decided to give him a chance after thinking about it for a long time. He's a really sweet guy.And also the fact that he was the one who saved me years ago...was also a big plus. I've been looking for the boy who just into the ocean without hesitation just to save me. Knowing he's the one, I actually feel protected in his presence, like he has this calming effect on me. Making me almost forget about revenge.I've been meeting up with Doctor Rex but there wasn't any progress. I've also been diligently going to the judo club for the past two weeks.I’ve always believed in balance, work, emotions, control. But lately, nothing feels balanced.Liam makes things feel easy. Too easy, sometimes. His laughter is disarming, his touch warm. And knowing he was the boy who saved me that day in the water… it’s lik

MARK'S POV Two weeks later. It’s been two weeks since I dealt with Damian. He gave us information, but none of it was useful. Apparently, even among traitors, trust is a scarce commodity. They kept him in the dark. Cowards. Walking into the office, I paused at the doorway. Liam was standing way too close to Eleanor, his posture relaxed, gaze too damn soft...eyes shining like she hung the stars herself. She laughed quietly at something he said, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. And just like that, a sick twist curled in my gut. They’ve been acting strange all week. Their conversations linger longer than necessary. Their eyes meet more than they should. And worse... she smiles at him. She never used to smile like that with me. I clenched my fists at my sides, jaw locked. If he thinks he can rewrite history...he’s dead wrong. "What are you doing here?" I asked coldly, breaking whatever conversation they were having. "Jeez, you scared us man" Liam held his chest pl

LAYLA'S POV Waking up to a banging headache, I groaned softly, trying to blink away the blur in my vision. My body felt heavy, my limbs like they’d been weighed down with bricks. Every part of me ached, but worse than that was the strange heat that still lingered under my skin. Where was I? My eyes fluttered open slowly, the soft golden light of a nearby lamp stinging them. I wasn’t in my room...that much I knew. The sheets smelled different, unfamiliar, and... expensive? I sat up abruptly, a wave of dizziness crashing over me like a storm. My heart pounded in confusion, panic curling up in my chest as I felt the sharp pain on my waist. And then I saw him. Ryan. Sitting silently at the edge of the bed, his back facing me, shirtless. His head was bowed slightly, hands clenched into fists. My lips parted to speak, but no words came out. Only the sound of my own breath. “Mr Damon?” I croaked, my voice hoarse and dry. “What... what happened?” Turning towards me slowly,

RYAN'S POV"Hurry!!" She moaned and I felt my resolve slowly slipping as I heard the sound she made. Capturing her lips with mine, I sucked on it like my life depends on it. Her lips soft against mine, her low moans and groans making me rock hard in seconds.Prodding her lips with my tongue for entrance, she complied almost immediately, kissing me back with the same intensity.Picking her up and placing her on my thighs without breaking the kiss, I hurriedly undo her dress zipper, sliding the gown off her body.I groaned as I realized she wasn't putting on a bra, her boobs begging to be sucked as her nipples perks up. Breaking the kiss, I moved downward, sucking and biting her neck as I fondle her soft round boobs.Moaning, she arched her back, grinding against me, moving her hips up and down against my bulge."Ahh... fuck!!!" I cursed loudly, she's going to be the death of me.The last string holding my restraint snapped as I pushed her into the bed, my right hand moving down to her

The man's hand on my thigh made my skin crawl, and a sharp wave of panic surged through me. My vision was blurred, my body weak and unresponsive, but I could still feel the danger closing in. "Please... no" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, but enough to show my fear. The man's laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, and his hand moved closer to my waist. The world around me spun, but something inside me was fighting to stay awake, to stay alert. I couldn't let this happen. Not like this. Just then, the sound of the door opening again broke through the haze, followed by heavy footsteps. A new voice, strong, commanding...cut through the tension. "Get your hands off her." Mr Damon His voice held authority, and the man froze, his hand still on me but his grip faltering. I could barely make out Ryan's figure moving towards us, but I knew he was there...his presence like a shield. "You... you can't do this. She's mine," the man stammered, clearly trying to regain control of the s

LAYLA'S POV Staring at Ryan's back as he talked to some men... probably his business partners, I was lost in thought but also aware of the curious gaze on me. Swirling the drink in my hand, I noticed Ryan glancing back every second to make sure I was still in place. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he was thinking. Was he worried about me? Was he just trying to keep up appearances? There was so much I didn’t understand about him, about this whole situation. I took another sip of my drink, trying to blend into the background as best as I could, but it was hard when all the attention seemed to be directed at me. The soft murmur of the room faded into the background as I focused on the swirl of my drink, the ice gently clinking against the glass. A few moments later, I noticed a few more people glancing my way, some of them clearly trying to figure out who I was. It wasn’t just the men, but even some of the women. They all seemed to be sizing me up. My discomfort grew wi

RYAN'S POV Hearing the clinking sound of heels, I raised my head and my breath immediately got caught in my throat. Layla has always been a very beautiful lady, but at this moment...she looks mesmerising, stunning... alluring even. I couldn't take my eyes off her. God, I don't think I'll be able to control myself from touching her. I want her badly, my body needs her, I could already feel myself getting hard as I stared at her. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to calm down as different images of her naked underneath me surfaced in my head. Clenching my fist, I pushed the thoughts aside. "You look stunning" I complemented her. "Thank you" she replied, her cheeks turning pink underneath her natural makeup, making her look even more beautiful. Gulping, I turned around before saying, "Let's go" in a cold tone, masking my lewd thoughts. Getting into the car, I handed her a black masquerade mask with feather on the side, looking elegant and classy. I was dressed in a blac

I froze, my hand hovering over a dress as the words sank in. “We’re going to a masquerade ball?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The shock in my tone was unmistakable. Ryan turned slightly, glancing at me with a sharp look. “Yes” he replied, his voice calm, as though this were the most normal thing in the world. “You’ll need a proper dress for it.” I blinked, still trying to process what he had just said. “But… I didn’t know about this” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Why would you take me to a ball? I don’t even… fit in there.” Ryan’s gaze softened just a fraction, but his expression remained as unreadable as ever. “You’ll fit in perfectly" he said, the slight edge to his voice almost making it sound like a command. I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. “But I...” I started, but he cut me off. “Choose something. The ball is tonight. We don’t have time to waste.” The pressure was building, and I felt my chest tighten. He didn’t give m