LOGINDAMON’S POVI was sorting out some documents in my office, when Doctor Stone’s call came in quietly. It was almost too quiet for something that felt this loud in my chest.“Mr. Graham,” His voice came through, calm and measured as always. “The results are ready.”For a brief second, I said nothing. My fingers tightened slightly around the phone, my throat suddenly dry. “Send them to my mail…”“No.” His interruption was gentle, but firm. “You should come in and collect it yourself.” That was all he needed to say.I ended the call shortly after, staring at the blank screen for a moment longer than necessary before slipping the phone back into my pocket. When I stepped out of my office, Sophia looked up at me.“Are you heading out?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone even. “Outdoor meeting.”She nodded without suspicion, already returning to what she was doing.And just like that, I left. The drive didn’t feel like a drive, it felt like a countdown. Every traffic light was an
SOPHIA’S POVThe house felt unusually quiet this morning. It was Bella who came to me first, her face filled with worry, her hands fidgeting as though she did not know how to begin.“Ma’am… Did you send Stella on an errand?”I frowned immediately. “No. Why?”“We’ve been looking for her since yesterday,” another maid, Charlotte, added, stepping closer. “We thought she might have gone out, but her phone is in her room.”That made my chest tighten slightly. “Her phone?” I repeated.“Yes,” Jen nodded quickly. “We even tried calling it this morning, and we heard it ringing from inside her room.”For a brief moment, no one spoke.‘If her phone is here… Then where is she?’I forced myself to stay calm, even though uneasiness had already begun creeping into my chest.“Alright,” I said gently, looking at all of them. “Let’s not panic yet. There might be a reasonable explanation.”They didn’t look convinced. And honestly… Neither did I.“I’ll make some calls and ask around,” I continued. “She w
SAMANTHA’S POVWe didn’t waste time, we left the factory immediately, and headed straight for the small restaurant up the hill.‘Harbour Kitchen’ The same name printed boldly across the old and dirty food wrap I had found.As we stepped inside, the warmth hit me first, followed by the quiet clatter of plates and low conversations. It felt normal. Too normal for everything we were trying to uncover.Logan stepped forward, his presence enough to draw attention. “Good afternoon, we are sorry for disrupting. We are the police.” he said calmly, presenting his ID. “We just need a few minutes of your time.”The workers exchanged glances but nodded.Brownlow placed the sketch on the counter.“Have you seen this man before?” he asked. “With this…” He continued, showing them the wrap “We confirm that he used to get food from here.”One of the women leaned forward, studying the sketch carefully. Then she shook her head. “No… I don’t think so.”Another worker came closer, glanced at it briefly, t
SHARON’S POVI lay sprawled across the bed, rolling from one side to the other, unable to stop the smile that kept finding its way to my lips. There was a strange lightness in my chest today, the kind that made everything feel easier, calmer, and most especially, better.‘That girl is gone.’ The thought echoed in my mind again, and this time, I didn’t even try to push it away.“Did I feel sorry for her?” I paused for a second, staring at the ceiling, then let out a quiet scoff.“No. She brought it upon herself. She should have minded her business. She should not have listened to my conversation. She should not have seen me with Fred.” I turned onto my side again, hugging the pillow as my smile returned.People always ruin things when they refuse to stay in their place.And now, everything was quiet again.I got up from the bed, still in a good mood, and made my way downstairs. My steps felt lighter than usual, almost as if I had been freed from something I didn’t realise was weighing
SAMANTHA’S POVI’m not a detective, but I have to do this for my friend. We’ve lost touch for years, and I’m ashamed of myself for not being there when she needed me the most.But now, I won’t let her suffer again. She’s finally finding happiness as Damon’s wife, and I won’t allow anyone to come between them.Getting to Stornoway hadn’t been easy. Sophia had to inform Damon that I would be coming, and in return, he contacted the police to accompany me in reopening Hailey’s kidnapping case.He sent a voice recording to Detective Brownlow, describing one of the supposed kidnappers based on what Sharon had told him. From that, a sketch was drawn.“I don’t trust that sketch,” I said to Brownlow, who was driving the police vehicle I was in, but he didn’t respond.When we arrived in Stornoway, we went straight to the nearest police station. Brownlow and his team sought assistance from the local unit.After exchanging greetings, Brownlow explained everything to a senior officer, Logan.“We
FRED’S POVI couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face when Sharon told me Damon had agreed that I should work in the mansion. I knew everything was finally falling into place.DAMON GRAHAM’S mansion. Here I come.The day I arrived, I paused at the gate longer than I should have. The place was massive, with tall gates, polished driveways that looked like they had never seen dust, gardens that stretched wide; trimmed to perfection, flowers arranged like someone actually designed every corner. Even the air felt different.“So this is how he lives…” I muttered under my breath.I had been with Sharon back when she still had access to this place, but I had never stepped inside like this. Never as someone belonging here.And now? I was in.A maid approached first, alongside one of the security men.“You’re the new gardener?” the man asked, scanning me from head to toe.“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone steady.He nodded toward the back. “You’ll be working mostly around the lawn, he
DAMON’S POV“To where?”The question repeated over and over in my head, bouncing off the walls of my mind like a haunting echo. No matter how hard I tried to grasp onto something, anything, my memory remained blank. A void. A missing piece in the puzzle of my life. I turned to Leo, my patience was
DEBRA'S POVThe next morning being a Monday morning, I took it upon myself to visit Damon at his company knowing fully well that he would surely be there.After I received Sophia's call yesterday, I felt uneasy and wondered why she suddenly asked me to tell Damon about his accident. She didn't even gi
SOPHIA'S POVThe music pulsed through the club, and I tried my best to keep up with Nico as we danced on the dance floor. He was laughing, spinning me around, but I made sure to maintain a polite distance. As much as he seemed harmless, I didn’t want to give him any ideas. My mind suddenly drifted to
DAMON'S POVI stormed into Sophia’s room, fully expecting to unleash my annoyance. “Isn’t she ready yet?” I barked, my voice sharp. But the sight that greeted me froze my tongue. She stood there, radiant. Her dress hugged her figure in a way that was elegant, yet captivating. Her hair framed her face







