تسجيل الدخولChapter 6
Poisoned Shadows While she was in there she met Judith lay still in the hospital bed. The machines beeped softly in the quiet room. Her chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm. The woman moved fast but carefully. She reached the drip stand and pulled the syringe from her pocket. With one quick move, she injected the poison into the line. While she did this, Ellena already arranged for the camera in the ward to be disconnected for some moment for a successful operation. The clear liquid mixed in. She wiped the spot clean and slipped out of the room like a shadow. No one saw her. Minutes passed. Judith's body started to feel wrong. Her breathing grew shallow. Her skin turned pale. The heart monitor began to sound loud alarms. Nurses rushed in. "She's crashing!" one shouted. They pushed buttons and called for the doctor. Ethan was outside talking to a lawyer when he heard the noise. He ran into the room with fear in his eyes. "Judith! What is happening?" he asked, his voice shaking. The doctor worked fast. "Her vitals are dropping. It looks like a bad reaction. We need to stabilize her now!" They gave her medicine and put a mask on her face. But Judith did not wake up. Her eyes stayed closed. After many tries, the doctor stepped back with a heavy face. "She is in a coma. Something has gone wrong with her drip... we think someone put something in her drip. We are fighting to bring her back." Ethan fell into a chair. His hands covered his face. "No, not again. Please fight, Judith. Lily needs you." Tears ran down his cheeks. He had falling so deeply in love with her. The news of the coma spread in the hospital. Police came back to ask questions. The guard who left for coffee was in big trouble. Across town, Elena sat in her apartment with a smile. Her phone rang. It was the cleaner. "It is done. She is in a coma." Elena laughed softly. "Good job. The money is already sent." She ended the call and poured another glass of wine. This was better than death. A coma would break Ethan slowly. He would feel lost and alone. That was when she would step in. Elena picked up her phone again and called Marcus Kane, Ethan's big rival. "Marcus, the plan worked. Judith is out. Now we use this to get close to Ethan." Marcus's voice was cold and happy. "Perfect. The gunshot already made him look weak. We will send flowers and a note of support. I will offer help with the company while he sits by her bed. We can leak more fake stories about his family fights. His father's empire will fall piece by piece. When he is broken, he will need a strong partner. That will be you, Elena. And I get the contracts I want." Elena nodded even though he could not see. "Yes. I will visit the hospital tomorrow. I will act sad and caring. Ethan will remember how close we were before Judith came. This incident is our door. We must push it open wide." Back at the hospital, Ethan held Judith's cold hand. The doctors put new medicine in her drip to fight the poison. One nurse said, "We are doing everything we can. Her body is strong but the poison is tricky. It may take days or weeks." Ethan thought about Lily. How could he tell her that her mother was sleeping and might not wake soon? He remembered Dan's angry face and the gun. Everything felt like a bad dream. Now this. Someone wanted Judith gone. He knew in his heart it might be Elena. But he had no proof yet. The hours moved slowly. Ethan did not leave the room. He talked to Judith even if she could not hear. "I am sorry for all the lies and pain. I should have told you about Elena from the start. She means nothing. You are my wife. Come back to me." His phone kept ringing. Business partners wanted answers. The company shares were falling because of the scandal. Elena and Marcus met in a quiet restaurant that night. They sat in a dark corner. "We move fast," Marcus said. "I will call Ethan tomorrow and offer my help with the legal mess from the gunshot. He will be too tired to say no. While he watches Judith, we take control of the board meetings. Your job is to stay close to him. Comfort him. Make him doubt his marriage." Elena smiled. "I have waited years for this. Judith in a coma is even better than dead. She is there but not there. It will drive him mad." They raised their glasses and made a silent toast to their dark victory. Across the city, Dan stood on the balcony of the old waterfront hotel. He had just been cleared at the police station. His phone felt heavy in his pocket—filled with unsent messages to Judith. confessions he could never send. Apologies for his stupidity. He felt like a demon at the moment. He was in love with her. Desperately. The kind of love that consumed every thought, every breath. The glass door slid open behind him. “Still out here pretending everything is fine?” Julian’s voice cut through the storm like a blade. Dan turned, heart slamming against his ribs. His fiance stood there in a tailored black coat, eyes sharp and unreadable. Julian stepped closer, rain glistening on his dark hair. “I saw everything, Dan,” Julian said quietly, his tone dangerously calm. “The deleted messages. The photos you stare at for hours. The way your voice breaks when you say her name—Judith. You’re in love with her. Don’t even try to deny it.” Dan’s blood ran cold. “Julian… it's not like—” “I’ve known for weeks,” Julian continued, pulling out her phone and opening a folder of screenshots. “I hired someone to check when you started acting distant. I just needed confirmation. So you’re willing to throw away everything we have—for a married woman lying in a coma right now.” Julian’s jaw tightened as she watched Dan stepped even closer. “Juliana…” He said “You know I never proposed to you. This whole thing is because our parents want us to be together because of their companies”. Those words broke Juliana. She has always knew Dan doesn't show her love as he should but she never expected such statement from him. So….. This is it right? Juliana said while trying to hide her pain So tell me, Dan… if Judith wakes up, are you going to run to her? Because if you do, just know I won’t let you go like that. I know too many of your secrets.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







