MasukXAVIER’S POV The farmhouse cameras had gone dark, but the image of that figure walking straight toward Elias's hidden room remained fixed in my mind as I returned to the original accident reports. I had learned a long time ago that when an investigation became complicated, the answer was often buried inside something everyone had already read. The original reports were spread across the secure table in front of me, and I went through them again, comparing signatures, timestamps, officer assignments, evidence logs, and every handwritten correction that had been made fourteen years ago. I stopped when I saw the same name appearing in report after report. Richard Cole. His signature was on the initial accident report, the scene assessment, the evidence transfer sheet, and the mechanical inspection. His name appeared again beside the recommendation that Daniel Hayes's death be classified as an accident. I pulled up the personnel records and found that Cole had been a detective at the ti
AURORA’S POV The moment Steve told me someone else had accessed Elias Grant’s transaction record, I knew we were running out of time. The farmhouse connected to the transfer was still several miles away, but whoever had been watching Elias had already started moving. Xavier stood beside me in the secure facility, studying the location Steve had sent while I stared at the satellite image on the main screen. After everything we had uncovered that day, the thought of reaching Elias felt dangerously close to becoming a reality. “We’re staying here,” Xavier said firmly, turning toward me as Steve gathered the investigation files from the table. “Steve and the law enforcement team will search the farmhouse first, and you’ll stay on the secure line with us until we know exactly what we’re dealing with,” he added, his expression making it clear that he wasn't asking for my agreement. “I should be there because this concerns my parents,” I argued, stepping closer to him as frustration rose
STEVE’S POV The moment Aurora demanded that we search every surviving record connected to the investor, I knew we were no longer dealing with a simple witness disappearance. The photograph had given us a vehicle, the vehicle had given us a company, and the company had given us a connection to someone who had been close to Griffins Enterprises from its earliest days. I stayed behind after Aurora and Xavier left the room, staring at the old corporate records on my screen while the investigators continued pulling information from every database they could access. I started with the dissolved company itself, tracing its transportation expenses, insurance records, vehicle registrations, and maintenance contracts. Most of the information had been deliberately cleaned up over the years, but one private transportation service kept appearing in the old financial statements. The service had provided drivers and vehicles to wealthy businessmen who preferred not to keep official company cars in
AURORA’S POV The secure line connected before I had even finished reading the message Steve had sent. Xavier was already beside me when Steve’s face appeared on the screen, his expression unusually serious. I knew from the moment I saw him that this was not another old document or forgotten name. Something had changed. Something that had been buried for fourteen years had finally started breathing again. Steve looked between us before speaking. “The witness is alive.” For a moment, I simply stared at him. The words did not fit with everything I had spent years believing. My parents had died fourteen years ago, and every investigation since then had treated the case as something that could never be fully solved because the most important people involved were either dead, missing, or too frightened to speak. Yet now Steve was telling me that someone who had tried to come forward days after my father’s death had survived all these years. I looked at Xavier, expecting him to react, but
Xavier’s POV “Maximum security, effective immediately. Aurora does not leave the current site until the new security package is locked down and the transfer route is completely clean. No exceptions,” I ordered the moment the elimination order finished loading on the screen, my eyes remaining fixed on the coded authorization mark at the bottom. “I’m coordinating the move now. Law enforcement will provide the outer cordon while our team handles the inner detail. The new location has never appeared in any recovered file, and the transfer window is forty minutes,” Steve assured me from the secure line, already pulling up the movement plan on his tablet. “I want every handwriting analyst we have working on that authorization mark around the clock. Compare it against every sample in our possession, and I want the smallest discrepancy reported,” I instructed, refusing to look away from the symbol that had just turned this investigation into something even more dangerous. Two hours later,
Aurora’s POV “Open the folder. I need to see every photograph, every date, all of it,” I said, staring at the surveillance file bearing my name as it filled the main screen, my fingers tightening against the edge of the table. Steve hesitated for only a moment before expanding the first set of images. “These begin shortly after your parents’ deaths. The earliest frame was taken six weeks later,” he explained, his expression becoming more serious as the first photograph appeared. I stared at the screen. A little girl stood alone on a school playground, photographed from across the street. The next image showed the same child sitting at a birthday table while someone watched from outside the window. Then came school events, afternoons in the garden, university lecture halls, graduation, and even photographs taken in Edinburgh only months earlier. “They never stopped. Birthdays, school, university, graduation, my return from Scotland. Most of these were taken from a distance. I never
Aurora's POV "I cannot believe you are actually studying right now," Marinette said from across the table, chin resting in her palm, watching me with the expression of someone observing a phenomenon they couldn't quite explain. "Finals are in four days, Marinette." "You were kidnapped six days a
>>> Present Xavier’s POV Damn! I watched as her receding figure faded from my presence, she was still the emotional little girl I used to know… Little? No! She isn't so little anymore. When she hugged me earlier at the airport, I felt those firm, round, juicy boobs of hers pressed onto my chest
Aurora's POV ‘I am at the airport’ His text came through my phone as I walked out of my school’s building. “Take me to the airport,” I told the chauffeur who was already waiting for me. My drive to the airport was ecstatic, my mind filled with joy. My sweetheart was finally back. The trees,
Aurora's POV Seven days left, I ticked my calendar, counting down to my sweetheart's return. I know it's wrong to call him that, but I can't help myself. He is my sweetheart. It's been a year and seven months, I was dying to see him again. I still can't believe he left for so long, does he not







