FAZER LOGINChapter 3
Tatiana remembered that night all too well.That afternoon, the Kensington estate was celebrating Dylan’s seventeenth birthday. Friends of both Dylan and Ethan had been invited to the party, including Tatiana’s fiancé, Matthew Caldwell.
At first, everything was perfectly fine. Everyone was enjoying themselves until Oktavia approached Tatiana with her friends.
“What is a servant doing here? Shouldn’t you be serving us drinks instead?” Sienna, Oktavia’s best friend, sneered with a mocking smile.
Sienna, Phoebe, and Oktavia were all in the same class at the same high school. They had always assumed that Oktavia was the true daughter of the Kensington family, not Tatiana. They believed Tatiana was merely an illegitimate child Oliver had taken in out of pity, and they bullied her relentlessly without ever knowing the truth.
It wasn’t that Tatiana didn’t want to tell them who she really was.
But the harder she tried to speak the truth, the worse the torment and bullying became.
And whenever she complained to her brothers, Ethan and Dylan, they simply accused her of being spoiled and told her to learn how to stand up for herself.
Tatiana refused to respond to Oktavia’s friends.
She hadn’t even wanted to attend the party, but her father had forced her to come so he could display their supposed “family harmony”in front of the guests.
When Tatiana finally stood up to leave, Oktavia caught her by the arm.
“Where are you going, Sister?” Oktavia asked sweetly. “Didn’t you hear what my friend said? You’re supposed to serve us. Hurry up and bring us some drinks.”
Tatiana frowned.
“Why should I?” she asked flatly. “Don’t you have hands to get them yourself?”
She hated being treated like a servant by anyone, especially Oktavia and her friends.
“I said you have to serve them!”
Oktavia suddenly reached out to shove Tatiana.
But Tatiana had already anticipated the move.
She quickly stepped to the side, causing Oktavia to lose her balance and tumble onto the garden stones.
Her knees and palms were scraped badly enough to draw blood.
Oktavia screamed hysterically, instantly drawing everyone’s attention, including Ethan, Dylan, and Matthew. They all rushed over to help her.
“What happened?”
Matthew moved the fastest, immediately wrapping an arm protectively around Oktavia’s waist. His eyes swept sharply over Oktavia’s friends before settling on Tatiana.
“Tatiana pushed Oktavia!” Phoebe, another one of Oktavia’s friends, exclaimed.
“I didn’t. She fell on her own,” Tatiana defended herself.
“How could she possibly fall on her own? Oktavia isn’t clumsy!” Dylan snapped, immediately coming to her defense.
“She tried to push me, but she missed and lost her balance,” Tatiana said honestly.
But neither of her brothers nor Matthew believed her.
Three against one.
Who was going to win?
“Enough. Tiana didn’t do anything wrong. I was just careless,” Oktavia said, deliberately letting out a pained whimper as she clutched the front of Matthew’s shirt.
“Tiana, you’ve gone too far! This is my birthday party. How could you cause a scene like this?!” Dylan growled angrily.
“I didn’t do anything! I’ve been sitting here the entire time and haven’t bothered anyone. She and her friends were the ones who came over to me!”
“That’s not true! We weren’t bothering her. We came over because we wanted to get to know her better, but she rejected us and immediately pushed Oktavia!” Sienna deliberately appealed to Ethan, knowing full well that he was the one most likely to punish Tatiana severely.
“Enough. We should treat her injuries first. We don’t want them to leave scars,” Matthew interrupted.
He turned around while keeping his arm around Oktavia’s waist, completely ignoring Tatiana and refusing to believe his own fiancée’s explanation.
The man who had grown up beside her, the man who had promised to marry her when they were older, was now siding completely with Oktavia.
Tatiana’s heart shattered into pieces.
When she tried to step toward Matthew and demand justice, Dylan and Ethan immediately blocked her path.
“Stop causing trouble, Tiana! Remember, this is my birthday party. I don’t want another disaster because of you!” Dylan shouted.
Behind her brothers, Sienna and Phoebe exchanged sly, satisfied smiles.
“Why can’t you just accept your place, Tiana?” Sienna whispered as she walked past Tatiana.
“Ethan, Dylan, and Matthew... not one of them will ever believe you. They all love Oktavia more. So why don’t you just give up? Being Oktavia’s servant suits you much better.”“You’re no longer Mr. Kensington’s favorite daughter, so why work so hard just to get his attention?” Phoebe added in a low whisper.
“You both knew from the beginning that I was the real Kensington daughter?”
It wasn’t a question.
It was a statement.
CHAPTER 57.Tatiana hadn't even had the chance to open her mouth when Oktavia stepped closer. The smile that had been resting on the woman's face slowly changed. The corners of her lips curled into a sinister smirk, while her eyes traveled over Tatiana from head to toe, as though examining something she found utterly displeasing.Tatiana simply stood still before her sister.Beneath the golden glow of the chandeliers, the two women looked like they were merely exchanging ordinary greetings. There was nothing unusual about the distance between them. Nothing suspicious about their expressions.But Tatiana knew better than anyone that Oktavia's smiles were never quite as innocent as they seemed. Oktavia finally took another step forward.Then, in a voice so quiet that it was almost drowned out by the string quartet playing in the corner of the room, she whispered, "Did you think everything was over, Tatiana?"Tatiana stared at her without blinking.Oktavia tilted her head slightly, her s
CHAPTER 56.Since four o'clock that afternoon, the Moreira family home had no longer sounded like a home.A string quartet played slow, solemn classical music in the corner of the grand living room, the long notes of the violins hanging in the air like mist over water. White floral arrangements covered every flat surface: lilies atop the piano, chrysanthemums along the staircase, and white roses in crystal vases lining the hallways.Some of the lights had been dimmed, leaving only the soft golden glow of the chandeliers and wall sconces. Above the grand marble fireplace, a gold-framed portrait was illuminated by a small spotlight: a dark-haired man with sharp eyes and a stubborn chin, dressed in a black suit, wearing a smile that never quite reached completion.Albert Moreira.Black cars lined the driveway. Guests arrived one by one, men in dark suits, women in black dresses adorned with pearls and gloves. The servants collected their coats at the front door with practiced movements.
CHAPTER 55.Rafael sat behind his large mahogany desk, staring at the laptop screen in front of him. The office was unusually quiet that afternoon.Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, falling across the polished wooden floor and illuminating the neatly arranged documents on his desk. A half-empty glass of water stood beside his laptop, while several folders remained unopened near the edge of the table. Rafael hadn't touched any of them. His right hand held a black fountain pen, but the tip hadn't moved across the paper beneath it. His eyes remained fixed on the laptop screen, although he hadn't read a single line displayed there for the past several minutes.Across the desk, Harris stood silently. His posture was as straight as ever, his hands clasped neatly in front of him. He had been standing there for quite some time, occasionally glancing at his employer, but Rafael hadn't said anything.Eventually, Harris cleared his throat. "Sir?" Rafael didn't respond immediately. "Per
CHAPTER 54.Mina stared at Claire. Her lips parted slightly, but not a single word came out. The small brown bottle was still in her trembling hand. She looked at Claire, then back at the bottle, as though she had suddenly forgotten what she was holding.Claire frowned. "Mina?"The woman swallowed. "Y-yes, Miss Claire?""What is that?""Nothing, Miss.""Nothing?" Claire glanced at the bottle in her hand again. "Then why are you holding it like that?"Mina quickly lowered her hand, attempting to hide the little object behind her body."It's... something of mine, Miss.""Yours?"Claire raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you carry suspicious things in your pocket?"Mina lowered her head again. "I'm sorry, Miss. It's nothing."Claire studied her face for a few moments.Something wasn't right about the woman. Mina's face looked pale, and her eyes kept darting in different directions, as though she were searching for a way out. Even her breathing seemed faster than usual.Claire had seen Min
CHAPTER 53.Rafael arrived home at exactly six fifteen. Much earlier than usual.His black sedan had barely come to a stop in front of the main entrance when Harris stepped out to open the rear door. Rafael had deliberately chosen to take his sedan today because he planned to personally inspect several subsidiaries that had raised suspicions. He stepped out, straightened his cuffs, and glanced briefly toward the second-floor windows.Several lights were already on. He checked his watch. Six fifteen. He had promised Tatiana he'd come home early."Excuse me, Mr. Moreira," Harris greeted him."Yes, Harris?""Is there anything I need to prepare for tomorrow's schedule?""Send me the Anderson Holdings documents tonight. I'll review them after dinner.""Of course, Sir."Rafael was about to head inside when something crossed his mind."Harris.""Yes, Sir?""Don't let them think this is an emergency. And... please keep my meeting with Ms. Kensington today between us. Don't let Tatiana find ou
CHAPTER 52.The morning began with a stack of reports.Rafael sat behind his large mahogany desk, his sleeves neatly buttoned and a dark blue tie perfectly positioned against his white shirt. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, illuminating the city that stretched far below the Moreira Group headquarters.Several documents lay open on his desk.Financial reports. Operational reports. Production records.And one particular file that had been bothering him since the previous evening.Rafael turned another page, his eyes moving slowly across the rows of figures. His expression remained unchanged, but his right hand stopped at a particular column."Explain this."Harris, who stood in front of the desk with a tablet in his hands, glanced at the document."Which part, Sir?""The operational expenses. They've increased by almost twenty percent over the last three months, but production output has barely changed."Harris stepped closer and examined the figures.







