BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Chapter 70Emily’s POV:I didn’t know where else to go, so I went to Nyla’s apartment.She opened the door before I even knocked properly, her eyes scanning my face with that familiar concern. “Emily,” she said, pulling me into a hug, “you look like you’ve been carrying the world.”I didn’t answer. I just stood there, letting her hold me. I think she knew I was close to breaking. She didn’t ask questions. Not yet.She led me inside, and I sank into her sofa like I’d been running for days. My chest ached. My body was tired. But it was my mind that was screaming the loudest.“Do you want water?” she asked softly.I nodded.She brought it over and sat beside me. I took two small sips, then set the cup down. My hands were shaking.“It’s getting too much,” I said finally.Nyla didn’t push. She just waited.“I feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore,” I continued, my voice small. “Like… everything I beli
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Chapter 69Even after Eddy stopped talking, I couldn’t speak. I felt like something in my chest had shifted. Something I couldn’t move back into place. My breathing had changed. My hands were cold. I didn’t realize I had started crying until a tear touched the side of my lips.Eddy leaned forward and reached into the inner pocket of his jacket. Slowly, like he had carried this moment for years.“I wasn’t going to show you this at first,” he said, pulling out a brown, folded paper. “But I think you need to see it.”He stretched it toward me. My fingers were stiff, but I took it.“I found this among my father’s things. It’s not addressed to anyone, but we both know who it was meant for.”I opened it carefully. The paper was old. The ink had smudged in a few places, like whoever wrote it had cried while doing so.It was my mother’s handwriting.My eyes ran over the words, but for a moment, they didn’t regi
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Chapter 68Emily’s POV: The room was wrapped in silence, the kind that felt too loud, where every sound stood out like a scream. The wall clock ticked steadily, each second stretching longer than the last, and the wooden floor groaned softly beneath Eddy’s slow, restless pacing.I sat on the bed like someone whose body was there but my soul had slipped away. My shoulders were hunched, arms limp by my sides. My face, drained of color, felt heavy from the tears that had fallen and dried, fallen and dried again. My eyes stung, raw from crying too much, too long.The letter still rested in my lap, its edges slightly crumpled from where I’d clutched it earlier in panic. I had reached for it hoping for answers, but what I found instead was a wound carved open in ink. Its words didn’t just speak, they pierced. They told me things I wasn’t ready to hear, truths I didn’t want to carry.With every line, I felt l
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Chapter 67Emily’s POV: The manager at Caffe Farenzo—a tall man in crisp black trousers and a white tee with the café’s logo printed neatly across his chest, walked up to our table with a polite, almost apologetic smile.“Good evening, ma’am… sir,” he began, his voice low but firm, the kind that tried to be respectful even while drawing a line. “I hate to interrupt, but we’re about to close up for the night. The staff needs to wind down. I hope you understand.”“Oh God,” I whispered under my breath as my eyes darted toward the window. The sky outside had darkened completely, a velvet sheet of night spread across the world. I hadn’t even noticed when the sun dipped or when the streetlights flickered on. I’d been too caught up, too wrapped in the whirlwind of everything Eddy had been saying. The kind of truth that eats away at the hours without asking permission.I reached for my phone, the screen lighti
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits..Chapter 66Emily’s POV: The paper trembled between my fingers, the words blurring as tears slipped freely down my cheeks. I hadn’t even made it halfway through, and yet it felt like the ground beneath me had already cracked open.The letter had been tucked inside an old envelope, faded at the edges, as if time itself had tried to erase its contents. But the ink remained stubborn, each word heavy, like it had waited too long to be read.Emily, this may be the only way you ever learn the truth...My breath caught.The handwriting looked familiar—masculine but careful. But I couldn’t recognise it. It must’ve been written years ago, but the pain in the words still felt fresh. I read on, and with each sentence, a piece of me seemed to shift, to question what I’d always believed.Your mother loved Alexander once. Truly. Deeply. But your stepfather, Wilson, couldn’t bear to lose her. Actually, he had married
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits..Chapter 65 Emily’s POV: The moment I stepped into the café, the scent of coffee hit me — warm, bitter, familiar. Smelt like dad's morning coffees. But nothing about this moment felt comforting. My eyes scanned the near-empty room, then dropped to the message on my phone again.Green shirt. Black jeans. Seated by the window. Come alone.I hesitated. My fingers curled tighter around the strap of my handbag. I almost turned back. I should have.But I didn’t.He was already watching me.When our eyes met, something inside me turned cold. My steps slowed, heart picking up speed.No. No… it couldn’t be.“Eddy?” I whispered as I approached, voice barely holding itself together.He stood up slowly, hands tucked into his pockets like he didn’t just shake my entire world loose. His expression wasn’t smug or cruel — just quiet. Like a man who had carried too much for too long and was finally laying it down.“H