Their lips parted with the sound of footsteps approaching — steady, urgent — and then a knock on the door. “Anna, please open the door.” Daisy’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. Austin’s eyes widened. Without a word, he scrambled across the room and slipped into Racheal’s bathroom, closing the door just as the doorknob turned. Racheal steadied herself, taking a deep breath. She opened the door to find Daisy standing there, her face twisted in concern and guilt. “I’m sorry… for what they said,” Daisy whispered. “Please don’t take it to heart — that you couldn’t go to College. That wasn’t fair.” “No, it’s no problem,” Racheal said quickly, trying to dismiss her. Her voice came out softer than usual. Daisy lingered for a moment, clearly uneasy. “Alright, I’ll just go check on Austin,” she said, turning. But just as she took a step away, Austin bolted out of the room and raced down the stairs. Daisy spun around, stunned. She caught a flash of his shirt and narrowed her
As they left the mansion, she looked back—memories flooding her, tears threatening. But she said nothing as they entered the SUV and drove home. At the house, she ran upstairs, hoping no one would notice her swollen eyes. But Austin did. She entered her room, locked the door, and finally broke down. Images of her father and mother came rushing back. The betrayal cut deeper than any wound. The thought that Mr. Daniels might’ve played a part in it only made it worse. And then Lisa’s voice echoed in her mind: “She was just a problem child.” She sank to the cold floor, curling into herself like a grieving mother mourning a child she never got to hold. Then— Knock. Knock. Her breath caught. She didn’t move at first. “Rachel…” The voice was soft. Familiar. Austin. She wiped her face quickly, hands trembling. Her chest rose and fell in uneven bursts. Her dress was slightly undone, arms limp with exhaustion. Hesitating, she moved toward the door—and opened it slowly. There he w
Years of mourning. Years of being erased Watching them laugh, drink wine, and pass stories around the table—stories built on lies, sealed with the blood of her father. They buried the truth. They buried her name. But they would not bury her again. Rachel wasn’t here to cry. She was here to finish what they started. “Please excuse me,” she said, pushing her chair back, her voice calm but taut. “Could I use your bathroom?” “Upstairs. To the left,” Lisa replied casually, dabbing the corners of her mouth with her napkin. Rachel rose slowly, her heels clicking softly against the marble as she walked away from the table. But inside, every step echoed like thunder. The murmurs of conversation behind her blurred into static. Her pulse raced as the shadows of the hallway wrapped around her like smoke. She passed the bathroom. Didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The path pulled her in—an invisible thread leading her straight to the backyard. The garden. She stepped out a
Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Are you ready?” Daisy asked. “Yes,” Rachel replied as Daisy unlocked it. “Oh my—” Daisy gasped. “You look stunning.” Her skin glowed beneath the soft lighting, the black dress hugging her curves with effortless grace. Before Rachel could respond, Austin appeared at the end of the hallway. His eyes lingered too long on her figure. Rachel stiffened. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze—not with the weight of her secret pressing so heavily on her chest. What if he saw through her? What if he recognized all she’d fought so hard to bury? But tonight wasn’t about guilt. It was about purpose. She had one goal. To search the Daniels mansion. To find something—anything—that could serve as evidence. Something that would finally crack this family wide open. “Come on, let’s go!” John called from downstairs. They descended in silence, heading toward the black SUV. The drive felt endless. Memories clawed at her mind like restless ghos
“Let’s go home,” Austin said quietly, his voice heavier than usual. “We’ve done enough these past few days. And I know this wasn’t what you signed up for. So please… don’t argue.”Rachel didn’t. She was too tired to speak, and too tangled in her thoughts to argue. She picked up her bag and walked beside him in silence.------Amanda stormed down the corridor of the company like a woman possessed. Her heels struck the polished tiles with angry precision. She had been walking aimlessly, pretending to check in on departments—but in truth, she was spiraling.Since the incident… Austin hadn’t called. Hadn’t looked at her twice.Her reflection in the mirror earlier had been flawless. Her outfit, deliberate. Her perfume, chosen for him.And yet—nothing.The girl. That sweet- so called cousin. She was always near him now. Hovering like a shadow he didn't want to shake off.Amanda clenched her jaw.She needed to do something. Something unforgettable. Something unmistakably annoying, flirtatiou
“You’re not supposed to let her work so hard,” Daisy said firmly, arms crossed in the doorway of Austin’s room. Austin rubbed the back of his neck, exhausted. “We had a lot to do... and I’m really tired. Sorry, but I need to rest.” He dropped onto the bed with a sigh. “Goodnight.” Daisy left and she opened Rachel's door a little wider—only to find Rachel sitting on her bed. “Goodnight,” Daisy said, her voice clipped. Rachel blinked, barely turning. “Goodnight,” she replied softly. As Daisy disappeared down the hall, Rachel sat on the edge of her bed, heart pounding. So many lies.So many layers. Who among the Daniels family could she trust? No one. Not yet. Not until she had evidence. Not until she knew the truth behind her parents’ deaths. “I need to find something,” she whispered, trying to steady herself. She lay back, eyes tracing the cracks on the ceiling. But her mind refused rest. Eventually, sleep found her. --- Meanwhile… Tony sat alone in the