* Jana *The walls of my apartment felt tighter that evening, as though they too had been listening in on every word Lawrence and I had exchanged the past days. I couldn't shake the feeling that something inside him had shifted. He had always been sharp, proud, immovable, like granite that no storm could chip away. But now... there was a crack, and through it, the past was spilling out like floodwater.I'd seen it in his eyes when he looked at me, the way he carried something he wasn't ready to speak aloud. For years I had been left with only silence, only absence. My mother's disappearance was a wound that never closed, just scarred deeper with every passing year. There was a time when Leticia told me to accept it, to move on, to stop asking. But you can't bury a ghost that doesn't rest.I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers curled tight around the worn photograph I always kept in my nightstand, the only picture I had of her. My mother's smile in that frame was soft, fragile, like
* Lawrence *That night I couldn't sleep. Jana's voice kept replaying in my head, each word carving deeper into the marrow of my bones. For the first time, I began to doubt the story I had defended for years, the story I had ruined lives to uphold.If her mother hadn't abandoned them... if she hadn't stolen the diamond... then where was she?By morning, I made a decision. One that cost me more than pride, more than money. I called in favors, pulled strings, and finally hired the most discreet and most expensive investigative unit in the country. The kind of people who could unearth secrets even the dead tried to bury."Find her," I told them, my voice cutting through the silence of the room. "Jana Kramer's mother. Alive or dead. I want to know what happened the night she disappeared."The lead investigator, a man with eyes that missed nothing, tilted his head. "And if the trail leads back to your own family, Mr. Dankworth?"I didn't flinch. "Then I want to know that too."Because the
* Lawrence *Her words hit me like a blade I had seen coming but still wasn't ready for."Yes. I am Jana Kramer."The air between us shifted, thick, charged, undeniable. For years, her name had been buried under dust and silence, a ghost I tried to forget but never could. And now she stood before me, not as a memory, not as a shadow, but as the truth I had chased and hated in equal measure.My fists clenched at my sides. The tremor in her voice, the glimmer in her eyes, it wasn't just defiance. It was hurt. Wounds I had left. Wounds I had justified, telling myself it was for my family, for honor, for what was right.But standing here, with her staring at me like I was the executioner of her past, those justifications felt thin. Fragile. Lies I had told myself to sleep at night.I stepped closer, not trusting my voice yet. I could hear her breathing, ragged, unsteady, the sound cutting through me more than her words had. She didn't move away, though. She held her ground, even as her fi
* Jana *I froze, my bag halfway slung over my shoulder. The noise of the office dulled, conversations fading into a distant murmur as my eyes locked with his. No mask this time. No polite pretense. Just him, watching me, as though the air between us was thick with everything we weren't saying.I swallowed hard, breaking the stare first, pretending to fuss with the zipper of my bag. My pulse was a drumbeat in my throat. He couldn't, he shouldn't, look at me like that. Not here. Not with so many people around."Jana," Clarisse's voice broke through, bright and casual. "Want to grab lunch with us?"I forced a smile, grateful for the excuse, though my voice wavered. "I'll catch up later. Need to finish something first."She nodded and left with the others, their laughter trailing behind them as the office slowly emptied. My chest tightened. Silence pressed in, heavier than before.When I glanced back, Lawrence was gone from his doorway. Relief rushed through me, too soon. Because when I
* Jana *The alarm clock on my nightstand blinked 6:45 a.m., its red digits far too sharp for the fog still clinging to my head. Monday. The beginning of another work week. But I couldn't move. Not yet.I lay staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of traffic outside my apartment window, my chest tight with indecision. The thought of walking into that office, passing in his office, made my stomach twist.Lawrence knew. Or at least, he suspected. I had seen it in his eyes last night, the way his voice sharpened when he demanded the truth, the way his silence carried more weight than any accusation.Part of me wanted to stay hidden behind the mask I had built so carefully. My new name, my quiet life, the illusion of being just another employee, invisible and safe. If I went back to work, I could pretend again, bury it all under professionalism and distance.But I knew it wouldn't last. Lawrence was not the kind of man to let go once he had a thread to pull. And I... I was tir
* Lawrence *I hadn't set foot in this villa for months, maybe a year. Yet the moment I stepped through the doors, the past came rushing back like a tide that refused to ebb.My father sat in his usual chair near the window, glasses low on his nose, a newspaper open but unread. My mother was at her vanity, touching the pearls at her throat, as though compensating for what was no longer there the pink diamond ring on her finger.The infamous diamond.That cursed jewel had done more damage than anyone dared admit.I could still hear my mother's voice from that night at Magnolia resort. "It's gone! My pink diamond is gone!" Panic had cracked her perfect composure, the staff scattering like frightened birds.I closed my eyes. Even now, the memory clawed at me. Jana, just a teen standing with her older sister, her brother standing between them like a shield. Their faces stained with tears as I made the decision."You all have to leave!" I had said, cold and final, though my heart thundered