LOGINRichard Blackwood stood by the window of his office when Damien and I entered.He barely glanced at us before returning his attention to the city below.“I wondered how long it would take you to come here, Elena.”“Longer than it should have,” I replied. “But I’m done allowing you to decide what I deserve to know.”He turned, his expression cold.“Be careful. Accusations can destroy more than reputations.”“Then you should have thought about that before you started lying.”I placed copies of the original beneficiary instruction, Samuel’s statement, and the authorization bearing his signature on the desk.Richard’s face changed when he saw the last document.“Where did you get this?”“That’s what I’d like you to explain.”He glanced at Damien.“You brought her here to destroy this family?”Damien stood beside me.“No, Father. You did that yourself.”Richard’s jaw tightened.“The agreement was necessary to protect the company.”“Dad’s original instructions protected Elena’s shares,” I s
“I wasn’t the only person who went looking for your father that night.”Damien’s words hung between us.“Who else went looking for him?”“Adrian.”My stomach tightened. “He already admitted he was at the house.”“He went to headquarters earlier that evening, then returned to the house after receiving a message from your father.”“Why didn’t you tell me?”“I didn’t know he’d gone back until later. I was trying to find Thomas myself. By the time I reached the house, he was gone.”I searched Damien’s face.“Did you see my father that night?”“No. I arrived after he was gone. Richard was outside and told me Thomas had died. He showed me the broken cuff link and claimed there had been a confrontation.”“And you believed him?”“I was frightened. I knew my father was hiding something, but I had no proof.”“Yet you let me believe you had nothing to do with what happened.”Pain crossed his face.“I was afraid you would never look at me the same way.”I stepped away.“You should have trusted me
“Elena, there is something I signed that night.”My mother’s confession silenced the room.“What did you sign?”She held the photograph of my father and Samuel Cross against her chest.“A statement. Your father said it was necessary to protect you.”“Protect me from what?”“From the people who wanted control of your inheritance.”Damien pulled out a chair beside me.“Did you read the statement before signing it?”My mother shook her head. “I trusted Thomas.”“Then how do you know what it contained?” I asked.“Richard showed me a copy the following morning. It said I had witnessed Thomas voluntarily agreeing to transfer control of your shares.”My stomach twisted.“But you told us you signed a statement confirming Dad wanted to protect me.”“I believed that was what I was signing. Richard’s copy contained different wording.”Bennett leaned forward. “Do you still have your original copy?”My mother nodded.“I hid it in Thomas’s study before Richard could take it.”“Where?”She looked at
I stared at the photograph on my phone.Two figures stood outside my father’s house on the night he died. One was Thomas Hart. The other’s face disappeared into the darkness.Beneath the image, the anonymous sender had written:YOU HAVE THE WRONG WITNESS. FIND THE PERSON WHO OPENED THE DOOR.“Mother,” I said slowly, “who had access to the house that night?”She wiped her tears.“Your father, me, the household staff, and a few people he trusted.”“Was Adrian there?”“No. At least, I never saw him.”“Was Collins?”She hesitated.“I don’t know.”That hesitation told me more than her answer.“Mother, I need the truth. If you remember something, anything, you have to tell me now.”She looked at Damien before speaking.“Thomas had changed the security code a few days before his death. He told me someone had been using an old code without permission. I thought he meant a household employee.”“Did he name the person?”“No. But he said the person had been inside our home before and knew where
I couldn’t stop staring at the photograph.My mother stood outside Edward Cole’s former office, clutching a brown envelope. On the back, my father’s handwriting carried a warning.If she knows, she must choose.“Take me to my mother,” I told Damien.He squeezed my hand. “Elena, we should let Bennett examine the photograph first.”“I’ve spent years discovering secrets about my father from strangers. I’m not waiting another day to hear the truth from my own mother.”He didn’t argue.My mother was sitting in the living room when we arrived. Her smile disappeared the moment she saw the photograph.“Where did you get that?”“Edward gave it to me. He said you visited his office the morning after Dad died and asked him to destroy a document.”Her face went pale.“What was in that envelope, Mother?”She sat down, her hands trembling.“I was trying to protect you.”“Everyone keeps saying that. Richard, Collins, Edward. Somehow, protecting me meant lying to me.”Tears filled her eyes.“I know.”
“You’re not going alone,” Damien said as Bennett secured the visitor register.“I need Edward to talk.”“And if someone tries to hurt you again?”I took Damien’s hand. “Then we make sure they don’t get another chance.”We agreed that I would enter the meeting room first while Damien and Bennett waited nearby with security.Edward was waiting in a hotel conference room.“You found Collins,” he said.“Yes. He told me about the payments you received.”Edward lowered his eyes. “I expected that.”“Then tell me what happened the night my father died.”He pointed to the visitor register.“Someone altered this record to make it appear that Damien was the last person to access Thomas.”Damien stepped into the room.“You knew I was being blamed?”“I suspected it,” Edward admitted. “But I was afraid to challenge Richard.”“You let my family believe I could have killed him,” Damien said coldly.“I was afraid.”“So was Elena. So was Collins. That doesn’t excuse you.”Edward lowered his head. “No,







