تسجيل الدخولChapter 4
I stared persistently at Ethan, my chest tight with pain. Dan’s words still rang in my ears. Photos. That night. Everything. My legs felt weak. I took one step back. “What photos, Ethan? Tell me now.” Ethan placed the phone on the counter slowly. His gray eyes looked stormy. His jaw tightened. “Judith, please sit down. Let me explain.” “No!” My voice cracked. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. “I’m done waiting. You said you shared me that night. Now Dan talks about photos. Speak the truth or I’m leaving right now.” He ran a hand through his hair. The bright kitchen lights made his face look tired and hard. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Six years ago we were young and stupid. Dan and I had an agreement. We shared everything — money, cars, even girls. But you were different.” My stomach turned. “Different how?” “You came to the party with Dan. You were laughing and dancing in that red dress. I wanted you the moment I saw you. Dan knew it. He said we could both have you if we played it right.” I felt sick. My hands shook. “Played it right? What does that mean?” Ethan looked away. “We added something to your drink. Just a little. Enough to make you relaxed and open. You smiled at both of us. You kissed both of us. You said yes.” Tears ran down my face. “I said yes while I was drugged? That’s not yes, Ethan! How could you be so heartless” He moved closer, but I stepped back until my back hit the cold wall near the elevator. “I know it was wrong,” he said quietly. “I’ve hated myself every day since. But after that night you got pregnant with Lily. Dan claimed her as his. I let him because I thought it was better for you. I stayed away. But I never stopped watching you. Never stopped wanting you.” My mind spun. Lily. My sweet little girl. Was everything about her built on a lie too? “You watched me raise her alone?” I whispered. “While you and Dan played your games?” “I sent money. I made sure you were safe. But yes… I stayed in the shadows.” I was burning with anger inside me. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream. But my body still remembered his fingers on me minutes ago. The shame made everything worse. “Show me the photos,” I said, my voice cold. Ethan’s face changed. “Judith, no. You don’t need to see them.” “I do.” I walked past him, grabbed his phone, and held it out. “Unlock it. Or I will call Dan myself.” He hesitated, then typed the code. A message from Dan was already there with an attachment. I opened it before Ethan could stop me. The first photo hit me hard. I was five years younger, in that red dress pulled low. I lay on a big bed with dreamy eyes and a strange smile. Dan kissed my neck. Ethan stood behind me, hands on my waist, lips on my shoulder. The second photo was worse. I was naked between them. My head thrown back. Both of them touching me at once. The room spun. My knees went weak. I held the counter to stay up. “Oh my God…” The words came out broken. “You took pictures?” I whispered. “While I was like that?” “Dan took them,” Ethan said, his face pale. “He said it was just for us. I told him to delete them. I thought he did.” I laughed bitterly, but it sounded ugly. “Of course he kept them. Dan always likes control.” I scrolled further. Dan’s last message read “Tell her everything or I will send these to her boss, her parents, and every news site that will pay. She deserves the truth. And so does Lily.” My blood turned cold. Lily. If these photos got out, my daughter would one day see them. People would talk. They would shame her mother. Her whole life could be ruined. I looked up at Ethan, tears blurring my eyes. “You both used me like a toy. And now you want me again?” He reached for me, but I pushed his hand away. “I love you, Judith. I’ve loved you since that night. I thought the feeling had left. But I still can't get over it. That's why I came back”. “Love?” I shouted. “This isn’t love. This is sick!” My heart pounded so hard it hurt. The pleasure he gave me earlier now felt dirty. I wanted to wash it off my skin. I turned and walked to the big windows. The city lights twinkled far below. It looked peaceful outside, but inside everything was breaking. Ethan followed slowly. “We can make this right. I’ll destroy the photos. I’ll handle Dan. I will forget what happened between our parents. Just give me a chance. For Lily. For us.” I spun around. “There is no us!” My voice broke. I hugged myself tight. The marks on my neck still burned. My panties were still damp. Shame made me want to disappear. The doors opened with a soft chime. This time it wasn’t Elena. Dan stepped out. He looked calm. Too calm. His eyes moved slowly from me to Ethan and back again. A slow, cold smile spread across his face, the kind that made my skin shiver. “Hello, Judith,” he said softly. “Miss me?” I felt my pulse thunder wildly as terror clawed at my throat, making it hard to swallow or even think clearly. My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to run, but my legs felt frozen. Dan stood there like he owned the whole world. In one hand he held a small black remote. In the other, a gun glinted under the low light. The sight of it sent ice through my veins. “I think it’s time we all had a little family talk. Don’t you?” His voice was smooth, almost friendly, but it carried a sharp edge. Before I could move, he pressed a button on the remote. Every light in the penthouse went out at once. The bright kitchen, the big windows, everything turned black except for one small lamp near the windows. It cast long, scary shadows across the room. The city lights far below looked far away now, like they belonged to another world. In the dim glow, I clearly saw his face — cold and sure. And the gun pointed straight at us. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break through my chest. Fear twisted inside me. This wasn’t just anger anymore. This was danger. Real danger. “Sit down, both of you,” Dan said, his voice ice cold. “We’re going to play a game. The first one who lies… loses everything.” My heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe. My mind raced with terrible thoughts — Lily waiting at home, not knowing her mother was trapped here. One wrong word and everything could end tonight. Ethan and I stood frozen, the air thick with fear. The last thing I saw before the shadows grew darker was Ethan stepping quickly in front of me, his body shielding mine. And Dan slowly raising the gun, his finger resting on the trigger.Chapter 76: The Last MessageMy father's phone was sitting on the table, and suddenly it felt more dangerous than a weapon.“They want this?” I asked.Thomas nodded.“They know you have it.”Ethan's face was hard. “How?”Thomas shook his head “I don't know.”“Someone followed us.” “No.”Thomas looked at him. “They were already watching me.”The room went silent instantly.I stared at the old phone more than necessary with fear.My father's last connection to the truth was now being used against us.And Lily was being used as the threat.Ethan stepped toward me. “They won't get it.”My eyes met his without intending to.“What if they hurt her?” “They won't.”“You don't know that.” “I know we won't hand them the phone.”Thomas interrupted quietly.“You shouldn't make that decision yet.”Ethan turned toward him.“What?”“If they are willing to threaten your daughter for that phone, then whatever is inside it is worth killing for.”“That doesn't mean we give it to them.”“No,” Thomas said
Chapter 75: Thomas ReedThe location on my phone was not an invitation. It was a warning.BLACKWOOD GROUP HEADQUARTERS.I stared at the message until the letters blurred.“Whoever sent this wants us there,” I said.Ethan took the phone from my hand. “Which means we are not going.”Thomas Reed, who had been sitting silently across the room, suddenly stood.“You have to go.” Ethan looked at him.“No.” Thomas shook his head.“You don't understand.”“Then explain.”Thomas walked toward the window and pulled the curtain slightly.The black car was still across the street.“They want you to believe the danger is outside,” he said. I frowned.“What do you mean?” Thomas turned toward us.“The real danger is already inside Blackwood.”A cold feeling ran through me.“Who?”. “I don't know.”“You must know something.”Thomas hesitated.“I know enough to know that Gerald was right to be afraid.” Ethan stepped closer.“What did my father know?” Thomas looked at him for a long moment.“Your father
Chapter 74 — Someone Is WatchingThe knocking came again.Three hard knocks shook the apartment door.Thomas Reed stood frozen beside the table, his face drained of color.Ethan moved in front of me immediately.“Stay behind me.”I didn't argue.For the first time since this investigation began, I was truly afraid.Someone had followed us here.Thomas looked toward the door.“They know I'm here.”Ethan glanced at Elena.“Is there another exit?”Thomas nodded quickly.“The kitchen leads to the back stairs.”“Then we're leaving.” “No.”Thomas grabbed Ethan's arm.“If you leave through the back, they'll see you.” “Then what do you suggest?”Thomas looked terrified. “Wait.”Another knock came.This time, nobody spoke.Ethan moved toward the door but stopped before reaching it.He looked through the peephole.His expression changed.“What do you see?” I whispered.“A man.” “Do you know him?”“No.”Thomas rushed forward. “Don't open it.”Ethan turned to him. “Who is he?”“I don't know.”“Th
Chapter 73 — The Man Who LeftThe name Thomas Reed had become impossible to ignore.It followed us everywhere.It was in my father's old documents, in the Blackwood records, and now in the anonymous warning someone had sent to my phone.Most frightening of all, Thomas Reed was alive.And he was somewhere in London.Ethan sat across from me in Elena's office while she placed several old documents on the desk.“This is everything I could find,” she said.I looked at the first page.THOMAS REED — SENIOR FINANCIAL OFFICER.Below his name was a photograph.A man in his late forties with dark hair, a serious face, and tired eyes.“This is him?” I asked.Elena nodded.“He worked for Blackwood Group for almost twelve years.”Ethan picked up another document.“He reported directly to my father.”“Yes.” “What happened to him?”Elena leaned back.“Officially, he resigned.”“Officially?” Ethan asked.She gave him a look.“You know what that usually means.”Ethan scanned the page.“There are no de
Chapter 72 — The Missing FacesThe photograph was proof that someone had gone to great lengths to erase the truth.I stared at it on the table, afraid to touch it again.My father stood in the center of the picture, younger than I remembered him from his final days. His expression was serious, and his eyes were fixed on something outside the frame.But he wasn't alone.Two people stood beside him.Their faces had been removed so carefully that only small pieces of their shoulders remained.“Who would do this?” I asked.Ethan leaned over the table.“Someone who didn't want us to know who they were.”I looked at him.“That doesn't answer the question.”“I know.”He picked up the photograph and examined it under the light.“This wasn't done recently.”“How can you tell?”“The edges of the cuts. Look.”I moved closer.He pointed to the damaged areas.“Whoever removed the faces used something sharp. They didn't tear the picture. They carefully cut away the parts they wanted gone.”I felt a
Chapter 71: Project ThompsonThe words PROJECT THOMPSON — CONFIDENTIAL stared back at me like a warning.For several seconds, I could not move.The old file lay open on the table between Ethan and me, its brown cover faded with age. The room around us suddenly felt too quiet. Even the sound of traffic outside seemed far away.My father's name was printed across the first page.GERALD THOMPSON.My fingers tightened around the edge of the table.“He knew,” I whispered.Ethan stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the file.“We don't know that yet.”I looked at him.“His name is here, Ethan. Two weeks before he died.”“I know.”“And your father had this file.”His jaw tightened.“I know that too.”That was the problem.For years, I had believed the worst part of my father's death was the uncertainty surrounding it. I had spent so long wondering what really happened to him, who had lied, and why so many people seemed determined to bury the truth.Now I was beginning to realize that the truth







