LOGINDaniella did not knock. She pushed the door open and stepped into Christian’s office with a force that immediately shifted the atmosphere. The air inside felt heavier than usual, thick with tension that had not yet been spoken but was already building. Christian looked up from his desk, his expression calm at first, but the moment his eyes landed on her face, he noticed it the urgency, the anger, the confusion.
“What is it now?” he asked, leaning back slightly in his chair.Daniella stared at the photograph on her phone.Ask Christian about his mother.For several seconds, she couldn’t move.Christian stood beside her, his attention fixed on the message. His expression changed the moment he read it.“What does my mother have to do with this?”“I don’t know.”“Then why would they send you that?”Daniella looked down at the photograph again. It showed her and Christian standing beside the lemon tree only minutes earlier.Someone had been watching them.Someone close enough to photograph them without being noticed.Christian took the phone from her hand.“Whoever sent this knows where we are.”“And they know something about your mother.”He looked at her.Daniella immediately noticed the change in his face.“You know something.”Christian’s jaw tightened.“Daniella—”“No. Don’t do that.”“Do what?”“Don’t tell me you don’t know what they’re talking about.”He looked away.That was enough.Daniella stepped back.“Christian.”He rubbed his jaw.“My mother die
The old house looked smaller than Daniella remembered.She sat in the passenger seat staring through the windshield as Christian parked beside the overgrown driveway. The property had been abandoned for years, but the walls were still standing. Most of the windows were covered with wooden boards, and weeds had swallowed nearly the entire front yard.Daniella had not returned since the night her father died.She had avoided the place for thirteen years.Now she was back because of a diary her mother had apparently hidden beneath a lemon tree.Christian switched off the engine.“You don’t have to do this tonight.”Daniella looked at him.“Yes, I do.”“Someone shot at us less than an hour ago.”“And someone knows we’re coming here.”“That is exactly my point.”Daniella looked toward the backyard.“If whoever sent that message wanted me to stay away, they shouldn’t have told me what was buried here.”Christian studied her face.“You think they’re trying to scare you away.”“I think they’r
Daniella read the sentence again.Ask the woman who raised you where she buried it.Her fingers tightened around the paper.Christian stood beside her, watching her carefully. “Daniella?”She didn’t answer.Her mind had already gone to one person.Maria.Aunt Maria had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. After her father’s death, Maria had stayed with Daniella and her uncle. She had cooked for her, taken care of her, comforted her through nightmares and helped her survive the years after losing her father.Maria had been family.But apparently, she had also been keeping secrets.“Christian,” Daniella finally said, “we need to find Maria.”He looked at the note.“Your aunt?”Daniella nodded.“She knows where my mother’s diary is.”Christian’s expression hardened. “Then we ask her.”They drove to Maria’s house.Daniella spent the entire journey trying to remember anything unusual about her aunt. There had always been things she couldn’t explain.Maria never liked di
Christian killed the engine, but neither of them moved.The old Harper house stood before them in complete darkness except for the single illuminated window on the second floor. Daniella stared at it, trying to convince herself there was a reasonable explanation for the light.There wasn’t.“Someone is inside,” she whispered.Christian reached beneath his seat and pulled out the gun.Daniella’s eyes immediately went to it. “Are you carrying that now?”“Considering everything that’s happened tonight, yes.”“You could have mentioned that before.”“You probably would have told me it wasn’t necessary.”“It wasn’t.”Christian gave her a look.Daniella sighed. “Fine. Maybe it was.”He checked the weapon before putting it beneath his jacket.“Stay behind me.”Daniella opened her door.“Don’t even start.”Christian caught her wrist before she could step out. “I’m serious.”“So am I. My father is connected to whatever is inside that house, my uncle has disappeared, Gabriel knows more than he’s
The hidden passage was barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side. Christian kept one hand around Daniella’s wrist as they moved through the darkness, while the sound of footsteps above them became fainter with every second.Daniella’s mind was still trapped in the underground room.Her uncle was still there.Gabriel was still there.And whoever had arrived at Crown Meridian had been frightening enough to make Gabriel himself afraid.“Christian,” she whispered.“Keep moving.”“We can’t leave them.”“We’re not leaving them forever. We’re getting out so we can figure out what we’re dealing with.”“But my uncle—”“Daniella.” Christian stopped and turned toward her. “If we go back there without knowing how many people are upstairs, we won’t save him. We’ll just give them two more people to capture.”She hated that he was right.She swallowed and continued walking.A few minutes later, the passage opened into an old maintenance room behind the building. Christian pushed through
Daniella couldn’t move.The man standing at the bottom of the staircase looked older than he had in her childhood memory, but there was no mistaking him. The scar near his left eyebrow was still there. So was the black ring on his finger, its silver symbol catching the faint emergency light.She had seen him before.She had trusted him before.And somehow, she had never known his name.“Gabriel,” her uncle whispered.The man’s mouth curved into a small smile. “It’s been a long time.”Daniella’s stomach twisted.Christian immediately stepped in front of her. “You know him?”Gabriel’s eyes moved toward Christian. “Of course I know him. I knew his father too.”Christian’s posture hardened. “Then you know exactly what happened thirteen years ago.”Gabriel chuckled. “You still sound like Samuel when you’re angry.”“Don’t mention my father.”“Why? Because you still believe everything he told you?”Christian took a step forward.Daniella grabbed his arm.“Don’t.”Gabriel’s eyes returned to h
“I want you to go undercover.” The moment the words left Christian’s mouth, Daniella genuinely thought she had heard him wrongly. She stared at him from across the office, her brows slowly pulling together in confusion while her brain tried to process what he had just said. “W
“My secretary,” Christian said simply. “Starting now.” The words did not settle immediately. They hung in the air between them, heavy, unexpected, almost unreal. Daniella stared at him, her brows slowly knitting together as if her mind refused to process what she had just heard.
The door didn’t just open; it slammed against the wall with enough force to snap Daniella out of whatever storm she had just walked into.She flinched.Her body jerked slightly as her grip tightened around the file in her hand. “Jesus Christ!” she breathed out, her chest rising sharply. “
The mansion felt and smelt different that evening, of course it was the day everyone has been waiting for, the day contract would be signed, people would display everything their nonchalant teachers have been teaching them. It was D NIGHT. Even the staff moved differently, quieter, more care







