BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 75Emily’s POV:I never thought I’d see the inside of my father’s study again. Yet, here I was. The mahogany walls still smelled of polished wood and something cold, like secrets left too long in the dark. My fingers hovered just above the carved handle of his desk drawer, the same one I’d once been forbidden to touch. And now, I was searching it, like a stranger sneaking through a life I once called my own.He had always kept his world hidden. And now, that world was bleeding into mine.I stood in silence, staring down at the neat rows of files. The one marked "Kingston" was still missing. That was the one he wanted. Or maybe... the one he wanted me to steal. For Josh.The thought of my nephew’s tiny fingers clinging to his stuffed rabbit flashed in my mind. He must be so scared. I felt the bile rise in my throat. I hadn’t eaten in hours, hadn’t slept in days. My eyes stung from exhaustion, my
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 74Emily’s POV:The call came in just after 3 a.m.I was in the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch with a blanket around my shoulders and my phone clutched in my hands. I hadn’t slept. Not since Josh went missing. The house was quiet, too quiet for a home that usually echoed with the sound of a toddler’s voice calling for “mama” or laughing at cartoons he didn’t understand.My heart leapt as the screen lit up with an unknown number.I picked it up immediately. “Hello?”No one spoke for a second. Then a voice I hadn’t heard in weeks cut through the silence like a blade. Calm. Cold. Familiar. “Emily.”I froze. “Dad?”“I thought we could talk.”I stood. The blanket slipped off me and landed on the floor. “Where is he?” My voice cracked. “Where’s Josh?”“I knew you’d be worried,” he said smoothly, like this was a business deal and not a kidnapping. “He’s safe. Fed. Watched. That boy means
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 73Emily’s POV: It’s been two days. Two days since Josh disappeared. No signs. No calls. No answers. Only silence and growing fear that coils itself around everything I do.I barely recognize Nyla anymore. She’s just... still. She sits in the same spot on the couch, legs folded under her, staring at the front door like she’s waiting for it to open and for Josh to come running in, laughing like he always did.She hasn’t eaten. I’ve tried. God knows I’ve tried. I brought her tea, then warm water, then rice she used to love. She didn’t even look at it. She hasn’t said a word to me all morning.Her hair is a tangled mess. Her shirt is inside out. Her fingers keep trembling, and she keeps rubbing her thumb against her palm like she’s trying to ground herself, like she’s holding on to something only she can feel. And I get it. I get that her world has stopped moving. Her baby’s missing.And I—I can’t
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 72Emily’s POV: I didn’t notice it at first.Josh was always the quiet type, at least for a toddler. He could spend hours in a corner with his toys, babbling to himself, running his toy car along the wall, or curling up beside me while I worked on my laptop. He was that kind of child, easy, affectionate, never fussy. So when I didn’t hear him for a while that afternoon, I thought he had dozed off on the couch or had gone back to his toys in the guest room.This weekend Nyla had come to say hi to Josh and I. So, It was Nyla who sensed it first.“Emily,” she called out, voice laced with something I couldn’t place yet. “Where’s Josh?”I looked up from the laundry basket and blinked. “He’s probably in the room. He was there just a moment ago with the TV on.”But she was already moving. I followed.The living room was empty. The TV was still on, playing soft cartoon music, but there was no trace of
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 71Emily’s POV: The air was too quiet.I sat by my window, staring out at the streets below, watching people move on like life was normal. But mine wasn’t. Not anymore. The moment Eddy told me what he knew, what he had carried in his heart for years, something changed in me. Something hardened. I no longer saw my father the same way. I no longer looked at Ethan the same way either. I had to know the truth. All of it.Eddy had gone back to the hotel, but his words stayed with me. "I didn’t come back to stir your emotions, Emily. I came back for justice. For your mother. And revenge, for my brother.I still remembered the way his eyes had burned, not with anger, but with pain. Deep, buried pain.I didn’t sleep that night. My thoughts wouldn’t let me. I kept thinking about Madam Grace. About how long she must have suffered in silence, watching something she knew was wrong and not knowing who to te
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