LOGINI left Edris’s office pretending I was fine, but I wasn’t, not even close.
His phone call and that slight change in his expression kept bothering my mind, that wasn’t normal. Nothing about Edris Veltri was normal. We were walking down the hallway when I slowed my steps. “Excuse me.” Edris stopped and turned slightly. “What?” “I need the restroom.” He studied me for a second, as if he didn’t believe me, then he nodded once. “Don’t take too long.” I frowned. “Excuse me?” But he had already turned away. Of course, he would always act like I was the problem. I headed toward the restroom, and the hallway was empty. I stepped inside quickly, closed the door, and waited for a few seconds to make sure no one was following me. Then I moved. I didn’t go to the restroom. Obviously, I went the other way back toward his office. My heart started beating faster as I walked urgently, afraid of getting caught. “That phone call wasn’t normal and I needed to know why”, I said to myself while hurrying towards his office. I reached his office door and gently opened it Then I slipped inside quietly. The room felt different without him in a scary way, like it was watching me. I shut the door gently behind me, then I moved fast to his desk and drawers. I opened the first drawer. It was filled with files, normal documents, and business contracts. There was nothing useful there, so I shut it. I opened the next drawer, more files. “Still nothing”, I hissed and shut it back. I exhaled sharply. “Come on…” I moved to the shelves. All that was there were books, folders, and wards. Still nothing. I stepped back to think, frustration was already building in my chest, then I saw it. His desk. In the bottom section, there was a locked drawer. I froze. My eyes narrowed. Of course. I bent down and tried to pull it, but it was locked. I stood up slowly. “Seriously?” I looked around the room. My eyes landed on a small antique box on the side table. I walked over and opened it. There were keys of different sizes. My heart beat faster. I grabbed one and walked back. My hands were steady. Surprisingly, on the first try, I inserted the key into the lock and turned it. Click. It opened. Excitement filled my face. “Luck is on my side today”, I whispered to myself, giggling and dancing. I stopped for a second, then tapped myself, “Focus, Jules.” I pulled the drawer. It was stacked neatly with files. I grabbed the first one and opened the documents. I saw the dates and names. I flipped through it quickly, but nothing made sense yet. Then I saw it. A photograph slipped out from between the pages. I picked it up and was shocked. It was me, I stared at it, looking so confused. It wasn’t a recent picture, I knew that immediately. My hair was different and shorter. My face was younger. I was years younger before everything, before even Julian died and before I knew Edris Veltri existed like this. My fingers tightened around the photo. “What…” I dropped the file and grabbed another one. Another photo fell out. “Me again?” I said to myself This time at a public event. I didn’t even remember seeing him there. I quickly opened another file—more photos of me, this time leaving school, attending a charity event, and standing outside a building I didn’t even recognize. I could feel panic rising, I held my chest… and stepped back slightly. “No… no…” My hands started shaking, but I kept going. One file after another, same thing, same pictures of me everywhere. Years of my life, and I had never noticed him. My mind couldn’t keep up. Why would Edris have these? Why would he even care? Then I found it. A single photograph inside a thin envelope. No file, just one. My hand paused before I opened it. Something about it felt different. I pulled it out slowly, and my breath stopped completely. It was me again, but something was written on the back in neat black ink. I flipped it over and read it. “The woman I’ll marry.” WHAT! My heart dropped. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. What? My fingers tightened so hard the paper almost bent. “No… that’s not possible.” I shook my head. “No, no, no.” This didn’t make sense, none of it made sense. I stepped back from the desk. My head was spinning. Then a low, calm voice came from behind me. “Looking for something?” My body went completely still, and I turned slowly. Edris was there, standing in the doorway, watching me. His eyes moved to the photograph in my hand, then back to me, not in a surprised or angry way. Just… quiet. I swallowed hard and asked, “…You’ve been watching me.”Nobody said anything for a second. Then Julian let out a long breath and leaned his head back against the couch."He asked if you were alone and didn't think twice when you said yes," Julian said. "He just believed you.""Because he thinks he knows me." I set my phone down. "He thinks I'm too scared to do anything he doesn't tell me to do.""And that's what's going to keep you safe."Edris came over and sat on the coffee table across from me, close enough that our knees almost touched. "Listen to me, Juliana. From now on, you have to be exactly who you were yesterday. Same voice, same questions. If you're nervous around me, stay nervous. If you've been angry, stay angry.""That part won't be hard," I said.One corner of his mouth moved. It wasn't quite a smile. "Good. I mean it, though. You can't pull back from Diggory, and you can't suddenly get quiet or cold with him. If he feels you slipping, he'll start wondering why.""What if he asks something I don't know how to answer?""Then
"Where are you right now?" Diggory asked. "It sounds quiet."My eyes went straight to Edris. He lifted one hand, palm down, a small, easy motion, and I forced my shoulders to drop.“At the coffee shop near the old bookstore,” I said. “I couldn’t stay at home. I just needed to get out for a bit.”“You’re there alone?”“Yeah. I wanted somewhere Edris wouldn’t think to look for me.”“Good. Stay there for now. Don’t go back to the house yet.”I heard him take a breath on the other end. There was a short pause before he spoke again.“Did you find anything else? Maybe in his study or on his phone? Anything that seemed strange?”Julian was staring at the phone in my hand as if it might bite. I turned toward the window so I couldn't see either of their faces. It was easier to lie that way."No. Edris locks everything." I let my voice go thin. "I still don't trust him, Diggory. Every time he comes near me, I think about Julian. I think about what he did to him, and I can't stop picturing it."
“The land Grandpa left us,” Julian said. “I don't mean the house. I mean everything around it. The lots too.”I frowned. “Wait! The property by the river? The same property Dad always said was basically worthless. But Nobody has used it in years.”Julian leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “That’s what I needed people to believe. A development is going up on the east side. Roads, utilities, all of it approved. Once they finish building it, the land goes from almost nothing to more than any of us would see in ten lifetimes.""And Diggory knew.""He knew before anyone. He's been buying up the parcels around ours quietly, through other names." Julian looked at his hands. "Ours is the last piece he needs. Without it, the whole thing stalls.""Okay, but it's ours. Yours and mine." I shook my head. "What does he need me for? You were the one he was pressuring.""Because it isn't only mine, Jules. Grandpa split it between us. Half for you and half for me."I stared at him. "I n
Julian didn’t answer me immediately. He looked down at his hands, then glanced at Edris. The two of them exchanged a look, and I got the feeling they had talked about all of this before, more than once. I just hadn’t been part of those conversations."Because I couldn't," he said finally. "I wanted to. I swear to you, Jules, there were nights I sat at that window with my phone in my hand and your number on the screen.""Then why didn't you call?""Because if I had, you'd be dead too."I stared at him. "What?""I was already in trouble before the crash." He rubbed his face with both hands. "Months before. I found something in the company files, some transfers that didn't make sense, and when I followed them, they all led back to one person.""Who?"Julian hesitated. He glanced at Edris again, and Edris gave a small nod."Diggory."The name hit me so strangely that I almost laughed. "Diggory?""Yes.""Diggory Moretti? The same Diggory who's been helping me?" I shook my head. "No. That d
I said his name. It came out as barely a breath, so I said it again, louder, in case he hadn't heard me."Julian? Oh, my God! Julian.”"Yeah." He gave a small, shaky laugh and wiped his face with the back of his hand. "Yeah, Jules. It's me."I couldn't move my feet. Edris let go of my arm, and I stood there on my own, staring at the man in the doorway like he might be something my mind had made up. I had seen him in dreams before. In the dreams, he always disappeared the second I got close."You're dead," I said. "We… I had a funeral.""I know, Jules.”“I stood there. I watched Julian… I…” I pressed my hand over my mouth. “I stood there, Julian. I swear, I was there.”"I know. I'm so sorry."He took a step toward me, and his leg buckled a little. He grabbed the doorframe again. That was what finally got me moving. I crossed the hallway in a few steps and stopped right in front of him, close enough to see the scar along his jaw. Up close, it was pink and new.I reached up and touched h
I read the message again, then once more, even though I already knew what it said. I dropped my phone onto the seat and looked at the house. The front door was still closed. I could turn on the car and drive away. By the time Edris came outside, I could already be at the end of the street. That was probably the smarter thing to do. Diggory had told me to act normal and keep my distance until we knew more, and having Edris follow me was anything but normal.I didn't start the car. I kept thinking about his face in the kitchen and how close he had come to saying something. “I'm ready to tell you everything.” I wanted to know what that meant. I hated that I wanted to find out. The front door opened, and Edris came out with his keys in his hand. He had pulled on a jacket over the same wrinkled T-shirt, and his hair looked like he'd run his hands through it a dozen times. He walked straight to my window and knocked once on the glass.I lowered it about two inches. "I got your messages."
I didn’t move, I couldn’t. It felt like I’d been caught red-handed at a crime scene, unsure whether to run or stay where I was. Edris was standing in the doorway as he had always been there for a long time watching, and as if he already knew what I was up to. My fingers tightened around the pho
I stood there, staring at the spot where Edris had been a few seconds ago.I was so confused, angry, and frustrated.What the hell was wrong with that man?I had literally stabbed him yesterday, yet somehow I was the one feeling unsettled.I glanced at the breakfast on the table.The eggs, the toas
Edris wrapped his hand around the handle and pulled it out, then said to me,“Finished? If that was enough to make you feel better, then do it again.”Before I could try stabbing him again, something strong hit the back of my head, and I passed out on the floor.The next morning, I woke up expectin
“One, two, three.”The camera flashed again, and another round of applause followed almost immediately. I kept the smile on my face even though my cheeks already hurt from forcing it for hours. Around us, guests moved through the grand ballroom laughing, drinking expensive champagne, and celebratin







