FAZER LOGINElara's POVI had never imagined that a person could hear so many terrible things about her own life and still remain conscious. At some point, I stopped trying to understand which part hurt more. Was it the fact that Helen was my sister? Was it the fact that the man sitting in front of me had been wearing Marcus's face? Or was it the fact that Adrian's entire life had been built around a lie so carefully constructed that even the people closest to him had forgotten what the truth looked like?I sat there with my wrists still bound, staring at the man across from me. His face no longer wore the mask. There was no Marcus. No familiar expression. No gentle smile that had once made me believe I was speaking to someone I could trust. There was only him. The man everyone had believed was Adrian's father. And somehow, the more I looked at him, the more I realized that I had never actually known the man behind the face.He leaned back in his chair, watching me. "You've finally understood."M
Adrian’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I stepped into the coffee shop was the silence. Not the peaceful kind. It was the kind of silence that came after something had already been destroyed, but nobody had gathered enough courage to look at the damage.Helen was sitting across from the man who had just revealed himself as Baron. Elara’s father. The same man everyone believed had died years ago. The same man whose existence had been hidden behind years of secrets, lies, and unanswered questions. And the same man who looked at me with the exact same shock I felt when our eyes met.For a moment, neither of us moved. I had spent my entire life believing that the past was something buried. Something finished, something that couldn't reach me anymore. But standing there, looking at Baron, I realized I had been wrong. The past wasn't buried. It had been waiting. Waiting for the right moment to destroy everything I thought I knew.Helen slowly turned towards me. Her eyes widened. "Adrian
Helen’s POVI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elara kneeling on the filthy floor of that underground tunnel, tears running down her face while she begged me not to release the video. I had wanted to hurt her.I had wanted to watch her lose everything.For months, I had convinced myself that she had stolen something that belonged to me. Adrian's attention. His affection, his trust. Even his anger seemed different whenever it was directed at her. But last night had been different.When I watched Adrian pull her away from the ground and hold her against him, something inside me had cracked. Not because I suddenly stopped hating her. I still didn't understand her. I didn't understand how someone could stand in the middle of such a mess and still make Adrian look at her as though she was the only person left in the world. And then she had kissed him. Right in front of me, she had kissed him knowing that I could destroy them both. Yet Adrian had kissed her back.I remembere
Elara’s POVI didn't look back. Not even once. My feet carried me through the narrow passage of the underground tunnel, slipping over the damp ground as I tried to put as much distance as possible between myself and the voices behind me. I could still hear them. Helen's voice, Adrian's, Reverend Donald's, the chairman's and the words that had been thrown at me like stones.'You should stop pretending.' 'I know you are awake.' 'Marcus.' 'He killed Selena.' 'Your father is alive.' 'Your mother is alive.'....Every answer I had found seemed to create another question. I was tired. Not physically, something inside me had simply reached its limit.I looked around the dark place. Then climbed towards the opening of the tunnel, pushing the heavy metal cover aside with both hands. Fresh air struck my face. I dragged myself out and sat on the muddy ground for several seconds, breathing heavily.The sky was beginning to brighten. Morning. I almost laughed. The world had the audacity to continue
Helen’s POVI laughed. I couldn't help it. Maybe it was the way Adrian's face changed when he saw me standing there. Maybe it was the way Elara stared at me as though I had suddenly become the worst nightmare she'd ever imagined. Or maybe, it was because, for the first time in months I finally had something they couldn't take away from me. I lifted my phone. "Did you miss me?"Adrian's expression hardened immediately. "Where is she?" he asked.I tilted my head. "That's all you have to say?"His eyes swept over the people standing around him—the chairman, Reverend Donald, Elara—and returned to me. "Where is Elara?"I laughed again. "She's right there."He stepped towards her. I immediately raised the phone. "One step closer and this goes public."He stopped. Elara looked at the phone, then at me. "What is that?""You know exactly what it is." Her face lost its colour.Adrian's jaw tightened. "Delete it."I smiled. "Still giving orders, Adrian?""How did you get that?" That question alm
Elara’s POV“Now,” he whispered, “let's talk about who actually walked away from that accident.”I stared at the photograph in his hand. For several seconds, I couldn't even breathe.There were three people standing beside the wreckage of the car. My mother, Adrian's father. And—My eyes moved to the third person. I knew him. I had seen that face before. Not in a photograph, neither a dream. But in my childhood.My lips parted. “Mr. Baron…”Adrian looked at me sharply. “What?”I pointed at the photograph with a trembling finger. “That’s him.”The older man's smile disappeared. “You recognize him?”I nodded slowly. “Reverend Donald mentioned his name. Adrian mentioned him too. He was your father's driver.”Adrian stepped closer. “Let me see that.”The man pulled the photograph away. “No.”Adrian's expression hardened. “Give me the damn picture.”The man clicked his tongue. “You've spent years looking for the wrong answers, Adrian. One photograph won't suddenly make you understand everyt
Adrian’s POV I didn’t move. Not immediately after she left. The library door had slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing louder than it should have and yet, I could still feel her. Her presence, Her warmth, Her hesitation. A slow breath left my lips as I ran a hand through my hair, my ches
Elara’s POVThe morning after Sunday’s Mass felt unusually still.As I walked through the church’s compound, my mind drifted back to Mrs Rachel’s words."He will come by noon.Twelve o’clock".I had remembered it.---By noon, I checked my phone.Nothing, no text that her son wasn't coming as usual
Adrian’s POVThe club was alive.Not just loud—alive.Bass-heavy music pounded through the walls, vibrating through the glass in my hand, through my chest, through my bones. The DJ had just switched tracks—something darker, heavier—“After Dark” pulsed through the speakers, the rhythm thick and into
Elara’s POVThe chapel was quiet.Too quiet.Only the soft flicker of white candles lit the space, their flames dancing gently as if whispering secrets only the walls could hear. The scent of melted wax filled the air, mixing with the faint smell of incense that never truly left this place.I sat s







