登入Damian POV The heavy rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the master suite, filling the quiet mansion with a low, relentless hum. I stood in the middle of Eleanor's torn-apart quarters, looking at the lighter in my hands. Still remembering that words from Victoria yesterday. "Mia isn't your daughter, Damian. She's Alex's." I squeezed my eyes shut trying to keep my brain calm.Sophia had been my wife. Alex had been my brother. The idea that the two people I trusted most in this world could have betrayed me so completely made my heart ached in an unpleasant way. I dropped the lighter into my jacket pocket and turned toward the ruined nightstand. If Victoria was telling the truth about Sophia leaving a confession, it wouldn't be with Victoria. It would be here, buried in the estate where Sophia spent her final days. I dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor, pulling out the bottom drawers of the nightstand and shining my phone flashlight into the dark crevice beh
Lila POV "She is resting now, Mrs. Voss," the nurse said softly, adjusting the clear plastic tubing attached to Mia's arm. "The doctors managed to clear her airway before any severe throat swelling occurred. But her system is extremely weak. No more visitors inside the room for the next four hours." I let out a long breath, pressing my hand against the cold glass window of the intensive care unit. Inside, Mia looked so tiny under the white blankets, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. "Thank you," I told the nurse. "I am going to stay right here in the hall." "You should sit down, Lila," Eleanor said from behind me, holding out a paper cup of warm tea. "You have been on your feet since early this morning. Your knees are going to give out." "I am fine, Eleanor," I said, taking the cup without drinking. My body was aching, but my mind was moving too fast for me to sit still. "Where is Damian? He walked out of here over an hour ago." Eleanor looked down at the fl
Damian POV "Give me the phone, Lila," I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous rasp as my fingers went numb against the glass screen. Lila did not hand it over. Her eyes were fixed on the text message, her jaw tight as she read the words over again. The hospital corridor felt suffocating, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a swarm of hornets. "Alex's silver lighter?" Lila asked, her eyes snapping up to mine. "Why would Eleanor have your brother's lighter hidden in Sophia's old drawer?" "Give me the phone," I repeated, stepping forward and snatching the device from her grip. I hit the call button on the unlisted number immediately. It rang four times before a computerized voice informed me the line was disconnected. I shoved the phone into my jacket pocket, my blood boiling. Sophia had been dead for over two years from her illness. Alex died on Lila’s wedding day six months ago. The idea that someone was dragging my late wife’s memory into my brother’s fatal accident w
Lila POV "Look at the routing numbers, Lila," Victoria said, thrusting the paper so close to my face that the sharp scent of fresh printer ink hit my nose. "Look at the timestamp. Five million dollars, wired from Damian’s private offshore account to a bank in Zurich. The exact morning after my son in law supposedly buried his brother." I did not take the paper from her. I kept my hands clamped at my sides, my large frame trembling under the sterile white lights of the hospital corridor. I looked past Victoria’s shoulder at Damian. He had not moved an inch. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets, his posture rigid as stone. "Is this real, Damian?" I asked, my voice cracking under the weight of the sudden silence in the hall. "Tell me she is lying. Tell me this is another fake document from the internet." Damian closed his eyes for a brief second. When he opened them, the cold, defensive wall was completely back in place. "The transaction is real, Lila." A sharp gasp escaped
The heavy wood of the study door rattled violently as the nanny kept screaming, her frantic fists turning the shock in the room into pure chaos. I didn't even had time to think.I lunged across the desk, my large frame knocking over a silver pen holder as I reached the lock before Damian could even process the name Eleanor had just muttered. I twisted the door knob, throwing the heavy oak doors open so hard they slammed against the wall. "Where is she?" I demanded, grabbing the nanny by her trembling shoulders. "The rose garden," the nanny sobbed, pointing a shaking finger down the corridor toward the rear glass doors. "She wanted to look at the flowers because the alarms stopped. She just fell over, Mrs. Voss. Her lips are blue." Damian sprinted past me like a shot from a gun, his bare feet hitting the hardwood floors in a frantic rhythm that echoed down the hall. I ran right behind him, ignoring the burning ache in my lungs and the heavy thud of my steps as we burst through the g
"You are staring at a computer error, Damian," I said, stepping back from him. "Eleanor loved Alex. She raised the two of you. Why would she override a safety warning on his car?" Damian kept his eyes locked onto the digital signature on the screen. "Eleanor had the master administrative codes for the entire estate," he whispered. "She managed the staff, the vehicles, the schedules. Everything went through her tablet." "That does not mean she killed him," I insisted, my chest heaving. "Think about it. What did she have to gain?" "I do not know." Damian slammed the laptop shut. He turned around, his eyes blazing with anger. "But I am going to find out right now." "Damian, wait," I said, reaching out to stop him as he headed for the doors. "The board meeting starts in fifteen minutes. If you go down there and confront her, Victoria will use the chaos to strip you of the foundation completely. You need to be smart." He stopped with his hand on the brass doorknob. His jaw clenched t







