MasukISLA’S POVThe drive away from the estate felt surreal. The gates closed behind us with a heavy thud, sliding back into place. Cade drove in silence at first, one hand resting on the wheel, while the other rested on the center console. His eyes were focused on the road, but I could feel his attention turned towards me every few seconds, as if checking ifI was still there.“Sab’s gone?” he asked, breaking the silence.I nodded. “She left this morning for some family event, she won’t be back until next week.”His grip tightened briefly on the steering wheel. “I don’t like the idea of you being alone tonight.”“I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to sound casual.He shot me a look that made it clear he didn’t believe that for a second.“You’re coming with me,” he commanded.I hesitated before answering, not because I didn’t want to, but because the day had stressed me out, and my emotions were scattered around the place.“To your mansion?” I asked lightly.“Don’t say it like that.” He smiled.
ISLA’S POVAfter resetting from what happened at the gala, I found my way back to work.I noticed that the Thorne estate had different moods. I’d learned that in the weeks of living and working within its walls. Some days it felt dull and quiet, just the sound of birds chirping. Other days, like today, it felt awake. As if the house itself was paying attention. I instantly felt it the moment I stepped inside.The doors closed behind me with a thud that echoed far too loudly through the hall. My heels clicked once, twice, then stopped as my instincts urged me to pause. The air was cool which made me pretty chilled. No voices in the estate were heard, nor was there any movement.“Good afternoon, Miss Campbell.” I turned around to see Mrs. Hawthorne standing near the base of the grand staircase, hands folded neatly in front of her black dress. Her posture was impeccable, as always, but something in her expression was unreadable.“Good afternoon,” I replied, forcing a polite smile. “Is ev
CADE’S POVThe sound of shattering glass filled the gala, stopping the music and bubbly chatter making everyone face the direction of the sound. The noise came from the service hall or kitchen.Fear crossed through me as I thought of Isla… she was just beside me. Where is she?I started moving before I even thought, pushing through the crowd as I continued to ignore the “Cade, a word…”I got to the hallway and my heart skipped. I saw a server girl sobbing with a mess of broken glass and Isla.My Isla.Her beautiful blue gown was soaked with water and plastered against her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself like she was trying to disappear. Her makeup was smudged all over her face. Hot rage surged through me as I thought about the unfortunate person who chose to mess with my Isla. It wasn't any accident, this was Lucan’s doing. I got to where Isla was and wrapped my coat around her trying to keep her warm. I could feel several eyes on me, whispering and pointing but I didn't g
ISLA’S POVThe invitation for the annual Thorne Foundation Autumn arrived on thick cream paper with the Thorne family crest which looked more like a royal invite. I was holding the invite contemplating if I should go or not.“You're going right?” Sab questioned, sprawled on my bed as I stared at the invite like it was going to bite me.“As what Sab?… I'm literally a staff member in the Thorne estate. I'm not supposed to attend those kinds of parties.” I said, poking her head.“As Cade’s date, you idiot. He left you the invite, didn't he? It would be so rude not to attend. C’mon, girl, billionaire daddy wants you” she said giggling.“Eleanor and Lucan are going to be there… It's like walking into a lion's den” I answered.“Nobody cares Isla, now let's get you ready” she protested.I wore a blue Sapphire silk dress that came along with the invite. Of course Cade got me.I did light makeup, wore some pumps, and silver accessories. Sab helped with my hair, putting it in a low bun allowing
ISLA’S POV The photograph of Lilith and the faceless woman on the bench still disturbed my mind. I couldn’t focus on work. I had been cataloguing the same box of 19th-century timber invoices for an hour. It actually feels like I'm going round in circles. Putting all thoughts behind me, I needed to focus and get shit done so I buried myself in my work. The door to the archive room opened softly. I sat upright as I was expecting Eleanor’s cold stare or, worse, Lucan. But it was Cade. He looked… drained, tired, like he hadn't been getting enough sleep. His icy blue eyes now looked pale with dark circles making him look totally exhausted. His usual white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, while the sleeves were pulled to his elbows. He didn’t look like the CEO or the formidable billionaire. He looked more like a man carrying a weight that was slowly crushing him. “Isla, I’ve been looking for you,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He leaned against some arranged stack of files on th
ISLA’S POVThe estate was dark except for the lights which shone from the side lamps. I had told the security man that I forgot my credit card, gave him my best puppy eyes and he let me through. I moved from the darkened halls, my heart beating loudly in my chest. A part of me wants to turn back and be the historian I was hired to be and not some private investigator, while the other part wants to find out how I'm connected to this and why the Thorne estate has a freaking picture of me when I was a baby. The only light was from my phone’s flashlight. It was past midnight, and the estate was so silent that a falling pin would make a sound.I wasn’t after the main archives this time. I’d explored them already. I was after the forgotten places, the cupboards that hid the “skeletons”.The basement was packed with rusty machinery and damp air. My light swept over old-fashioned washing machines and lines for drying.My gloves were thin cotton, which matter of factly were useless against t







