LOGINDaniella knew something was wrong before they reached the mansion. She sat beside Christian in silence, staring through the passenger window as the city passed in a blur of headlights and rain. The message from the archive remained open on her phone: Start with the first lie your uncle ever told you.She had spent thirteen years believing she knew the truth about her father’s death. Now she wasn’t even sure whether the foundation of that truth had been real. Her uncle had blamed the Harpers. He had told her that Samuel Harper had ordered her father’s death. He had told her Christian knew more than he admitted. But the documents they had just discovered suggested something else entirely. Her father had been investigating Crown Meridian. Someone had forged his signature. Her uncle had known he was in danger. And now someone wanted Daniella to question everything.Christian’s hand closed over hers. “Don’t do this to yourself.”She looked at him. “How am I supposed to stop?”“You can’t so
The message remained on Daniella’s screen long after the typing bubble disappeared.Find out who your father was trying to expose before he died.She read it again.Then again.For thirteen years, she had built her entire understanding of her father’s death around one belief: Christian Harper’s family had destroyed him. Her uncle had given her a name, a motive, and enough pieces of a story to make a grieving daughter believe she understood exactly what had happened.But now the pieces were moving.Her father had been investigating someone.Samuel Harper had been involved in the same meeting.Her uncle had been there too.And three days later, her father was dead.Daniella looked at Christian.“Your father knew mine was investigating something.”Christian remained silent for several seconds. “Apparently.”“Why would he?”“I don’t know.”“Then we find out.”Christian looked toward the archive shelves. “There might be something else here.”They searched for almost an hour.Every folder c
Daniella couldn’t stop staring at the empty space inside the folder.The page was gone.A few seconds ago, it had contained three names that had changed everything she thought she understood about her father’s past. Now there was nothing except the faint indentation left behind by the paper that had been removed.Her father.Christian’s father.Her uncle.Three men connected to the same mysterious symbol.And someone had been inside the archive with them.Christian was still staring toward the locked doorway when Daniella finally spoke.“How did he get in?”Christian didn’t answer immediately. He moved toward the door and checked the electronic lock. The indicator remained green.“It’s still locked.”Daniella’s stomach tightened. “Then nobody left.”“That’s what I’m thinking.”She looked around the archive. Rows of shelves stood silently around them, packed with documents that had been untouched for years.“Christian.”He turned.“The voice.”“What about it?”“That was my uncle.”“I k
Christian watched Daniella carefully as she stepped out of the bathroom. Something about her expression had changed. The uncertainty that had been there moments ago had hardened into something more focused, almost determined, and he knew her well enough now to recognize when she had discovered something she wasn’t ready to share.“What happened?” he asked again.Daniella slipped her phone into her pocket. “I told you. I found something.”“Something that made you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?”She almost smiled, but the expression disappeared before it could fully form. “You’re exaggerating.”“Am I?”Christian stepped closer. Daniella could feel his attention following every movement she made, and for one dangerous second she considered telling him everything—the photograph, the anonymous messages, the symbol, her uncle, Crown Meridian, Victor Hale. But she still didn’t know who was sending the messages or what they wanted from her. She couldn’t drag Christian into something when
Daniella stared at the photograph until the numbers stamped across the bottom began to blur. Three days before her father died. Three days before the life she knew had been ripped apart forever. Her uncle had been there with him, standing outside a building Daniella had never seen before, while an unfamiliar man stood several feet behind them with his face hidden in shadow. She enlarged the image again, but the photograph had been taken from too far away. She could make out the man’s dark suit, broad shoulders and something metallic around his wrist, but nothing that could give her a name. Whoever had sent it had chosen the image carefully. They wanted her to know her uncle had been lying, but not enough to understand why.Daniella looked toward the bed. Christian was still asleep, one arm stretched across the space where she had been lying. For a moment, she considered waking him. She could tell him about the photograph, about Crown Meridian, about her uncle admitting that Christian
Daniella didn’t read the message again until she was several blocks away from her uncle’s house. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as the words remained on the screen.Your uncle just lied to you again.She swallowed and looked at the second message.But this time, he lied to save your life.Whoever had sent it knew where she had been. They knew she had spoken to her uncle, and somehow they knew what he had said. That meant someone had been watching the house, watching her, or worse, watching both of them for longer than she realized.Her first instinct was to call Christian.Her thumb hovered over his name.Then she stopped.Her uncle’s warning returned to her.Don’t tell Christian about Crown Meridian.Daniella hated that she was even considering listening to him. Christian deserved the truth. After everything they had survived, keeping another secret from him felt almost cruel. Yet she couldn’t ignore what had happened inside that house. Her uncle had been genuinely afr
“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







