LOGINThe alarm rang at exactly 6:00 in the morning. Disturbed by the sound, Amber grudgingly sat up on her bed, half awake, rubbing her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. She felt the pendant hanging around her neck. It was engraved with her father's initials.
Her mind drifted back to him. He was hardworking and did everything he could to support the family. He showered her with love and treated her like a princess despite the struggle. She remembered how she insisted on going to the mall, which led to an accident causing her father’s death. She wished she had not forced him. She blames herself for his death and thought taking up the family’s responsibility would make her feel less guilty, but it was instead exhausting. “Is this ever going to end?” she thought to herself. She got up from the bed and prepared for the day’s activity. “Amber!” Her mother called from the living room. “Why isn’t breakfast ready yet!? Do you want to starve us again?” she yelled. She sighed, raising her head up while blinking to stop the tears from dropping. “Coming,” she grumbled, sliding her feet into her worn-out slippers. Her mother walked up to her in the kitchen, “the debtors called again. This time, they threatened to take the house. Make sure you work twice as hard so we can settle them.” She didn't know when she murmured, “Why don't you do the work instead?” As she continued making breakfast. “What did you say to me?” Amber turned, yelling on top of her voice, “I do everything I can for this family. I work tooth and nail just to ensure the debt is cleared. And all you do is nag! If it was so easy, maybe you should…” Just before she could complete her statement, a resounding slap landed on her face. “How dare you!? How dare you speak to me in that manner? Have you lost your mind?” “Oh, you've grown wings now, right? Don't come back to this house with no money to settle your late father's debt. You're the reason he's dead, so you should take full responsibility.” She ordered as she left the kitchen. Holding her cheeks, tears rolling down her eyes. Those words pierced deep inside of her. Even though she had always told herself, hearing it aloud still made her stomach twist. She wiped her eyes and continued making breakfast and setting the dining table. As she walked past her sister’s room, the door creaked open. “Hey,” Amber called. “I left some food for you on the table. Make sure you eat before leaving for school.” Zara turned to her, half asleep, she responded, “Thanks Am, you're the best.” It was the only kindness Amber could hear from her family all day. She went back into her room to prepare for work. The sight of her uniform disgusted her as she wore them. Heading out, each step she took was like she had weights strapped on her ankles. She was tired of everything - the unending debt to be paid, the unpaid bills taped on the fridge like a vision board, the flickering lights in her apartment and the family that only saw her as a wallet. Her wish was to just disappear from the face of the earth. ”If only wishes were horses…” she thought. When she finally got out of the house, she found a crisp white envelope placed right on the foot-mat. She picked it up, looking left and right, wondering who must have kept it there and what was inside. Without checking its content, she shoved it into her bag and headed straight to work. Just then, Amber realizes she was already late. She ran hurriedly down to the restaurant. As she carefully opened the door, hoping not to be noticed, a voice snapped from behind, “You're seven minutes late.” In shock, she turned, and it was her boss, Mr. Callen. “I'm so sorry,” she said, rushing to tie her hair into a bun. “The bus broke down and…” “And what?” Mr. Callen cut in, “I do not pay you to run late and put your workload on other members of staff. The customers have been waiting, and they clearly don't care whether the bus broke down or not.” Her heart dropped. “It won't happen again.” “It better not. Or else, you give me no choice but to let you go. This is your last warning. Now, get to work.” he commanded, already turning away. She nodded as she headed to the counter. “That was close.” Rina whispered as she passed her a tray. The activity of the day continued. Amber moves from one table to another, dodging insults from rude customers who treated her like she meant nothing. In the city of Ravelle, there’s a high level of discrimination between the low class and high class. “Hey, girl,” Rina called from behind the counter. “You know you really have to take it slow with the way you work yourself out.” Amber gave a faint smile, “I don’t have a choice. I have a lot of debt and responsibilities on my shoulders, and you know it.” “Don’t worry, our prince charming will soon come to our rescue, just like Cinderella.” “In your wildest dreams,” Amber responded. They both laughed and continued the day's activity. During their break hour, her mind went back to the envelope. She reached out to her bag and brought it out. “What’s that?” Rina asked out of curiosity. “I don’t know. I found it at the door this morning while coming to work.” “Well, open it! It could be the answer to our prayers!” Rina said excitedly. She shook her head in mockery of Rina with a smirk on her face and finally opened the letter. She froze in shock. “What? What does it say? Let me see” Rina grabbed the letter from Amber. “WHAT! Oh my God! Is this real? It can’t be, right?” “I… I… think it's real…” Amber stuttered They both stared at each other and the letter in Rina’s hands in disbelief.Leon moved his finger along the faded lines until he found it. There was an old address was written beneath Grace's name.Daniel immediately pulled out his phone and photographed the page."I'll have the team search for her.""Do it," Leon said.Daniel glanced at the address again. "This is quite far from here.""How old is the record?" Leon asked.The elderly man leaned closer to examine the document. "Twenty-six years, perhaps a little more."Leon nodded slowly. "Then there's a good chance she doesn't live there anymore.""That's what I was thinking," Daniel agreed. "But we should be able to trace her through the address."Leon closed the folder carefully. He raised his head to meet the man's gaze. "Thank you for your help, sir. You have no idea how much this means to us."The old man smiled. "I'm happy I could help.”Leon gave a faint smile before slowly rising to his feet. Daniel rose from his chair as well, thanking the elderly man before following Leon toward the door.The momen
It took a while before the man came out of the room. While he was away, Daniel glanced toward the hallway before lowering his voice. "Do you think we're finally onto something?"Leon kept his eyes fixed on the doorway. "I don't know."Daniel let out a quiet breath. "I've been involved in hundreds of investigations over the years," he admitted, "but this one is different."Leon turned slightly. "How so?""I mean… we're not chasing a criminal." Daniel paused. "We're trying to find someone who spent more than two decades making sure she couldn't be found."Leon nodded in agreement. “You're right. But I'm certain we'll find her very soon.”Before Daniel could respond, the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor came from the house.A few moments later, the elderly man reappeared, slightly out of breath, carrying a dusty cardboard box with both hands. He set it carefully on the coffee table.A cloud of dust rose into the air, he coughed as he waved a hand in front of his fa
LEON'S RESIDENCE…Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Leon's study. The room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of fingers moving across a keyboard.Seated behind a broad walnut desk, Leon focused intently on the laptop before him. Several documents were open across the screen—financial projections, business proposals, and handwritten notes scattered beside the computer. Although he had stepped down as CEO of Viremont Holdings, remaining idle had never been part of his nature.Over the past few days, he had begun outlining plans for a new venture. Nothing had been finalized yet, but putting his thoughts on paper and practising his piano gave him something productive to focus on while everything else in his life slowly settled.He paused, rereading a paragraph before making another correction. Just then, his phone vibrated against the desk.Daniel Brooks.Leon immediately reached for it. "Daniel.""Good morning, Mr. Viremont.""Morning. What have you got?""We
She pulled the phone away from her ear for a brief second and glanced at the screen again.“Is everything okay?” the woman asked.The moment the question came, the voice sounded familiar. "Ma'am Alice?" Amber asked uncertainly."Yes," Alice replied gently. "It's me."Amber blinked several times before letting out a quiet breath. "Oh..." She closed her eyes briefly, guilt washing over her. "I'm sorry," she said, bringing the phone back to her ear. "I thought you were someone else."A small laugh came from the other end. "I can tell."Amber pressed her lips together. "I'm really sorry.""It's alright, dear," Alice said warmly. "Considering everything that's happened, I can't blame you."From the kitchen doorway, Rina watched Amber's expression soften. She mouthed silently, Who is it?Amber covered the microphone with one hand."It's Ma'am Alice," she whispered.Rina's eyebrows lifted in surprise before she quietly returned to drying the dishes, giving Amber some privacy."I hope I didn
Amber glanced at the screen. Her brows knitted together as she saw the caller ID."Who's calling? Is it Zara?" Rina asked between mouthfuls.Amber shook her head. "No… it's an unknown number.”The phone continued vibrating across the table."Answer it," Rina urged. "It could be someone important."Amber hesitated before picking it up. "Hello?"There was no response.She frowned. "Hello? Who's this?"Still, nothing. All she could hear at the other end of the phone was the faint sound of breathing. She slowly lowered the phone from her ear and checked the screen to make sure the call hadn't disconnected.It was still connected."...Hello?"The line went dead.She stared at the phone for a few seconds before placing it back on the table."Wrong number?" Rina asked."I... don't know. They didn't say anything."Rina frowned."They just... breathed into the phone." A small shiver crawled up Amber's spine. It was like a replay in her memory. She had experienced the same thing in Leon's place
UNKNOWN LOCATION… Thursday afternoon. The room was dimly lit, its only source of light streaming through a narrow gap in the curtains. A man in a black jacket stood silently beside a table, waiting.Several seconds later, the sound of approaching heels echoed through the hallway. After a moment, the door clicked open. Isabel Miller stepped inside, dressed in an elegant ivory blouse tucked into a fitted black skirt. Dark sunglasses concealed her eyes, and her expression remained unreadable as she walked toward the table.The man straightened immediately. "Miss Miller."She removed her sunglasses and placed them on the table. "Report."Without wasting a second, the man slid a thick brown envelope across to her. "We've maintained surveillance on Amber Rose Adao for the past few days."Isabel opened the envelope. Inside were dozens of glossy photographs. Amber standing on Rina's balcony, watering flowers, Amber leaving a neighborhood grocery store with two shopping bags in her hands, Amb
By the time Leon's car pulled over in front of the mansion, it was already 10pm — later than he expected to return. He had been caught up with activities in the company — CEO duties.When he stepped in, the house was already quite. Hearing the spund of the door creak open, Ma'am Alice stepped out o
VIREMONT HOLDINGS HEADQUARTERS…Leon's car pulled over smoothly at the underground parking lot of Viremont Holdings headquarters. The building was a tall skyscraper, it's glass gleaming in the afternoon sun.Darious stepped out of the vehicle first then opened the back door for Leon. They stepped i
When Leon and Amber reached the dining all, the air was filled with aroma of luxury — freshly brewed Arabica coffee, together with the buttery fragrwnce of freshly baked golden croissants, scrambled eggs, and a sweet warmth of brioche toast glazed with honey — neatly arranged on the table.The tens
Leon had come out from the bathroom with steam hovering around him like smoke, his hair was damp and pushed back with water trailing down his chest. The sight of him made her pause. He had nothing on but a white towel wrapped around his waist. Her eyes widened as she swallowed her saliva, trailing







