ANMELDENMy throat goes completely dry as I stare at Damien."Are you sure?" I ask. "Because Aldridge makes similar customized sets for multiple people. Is it possible you're confusing—""Aria." Damien's voice is quiet. "I remember it clearly. Ethan turned twenty-one during a particular Grand Prix weekend. I had the set made six weeks before because Aldridge had a waiting period." He turns the cufflink over one more time. "I chose the hexagonal cut specifically because it was really unique. I wanted Ethan to stand out." He sets the cufflink on the desk between us. "This is Ethan's cufflink."I look at the cufflink sitting on the desk.“Damien...” I swallow hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I didn’t just find that on the street or just anywhere.”He looks up at me, his eyebrows pulling together. “What do you mean?”“I found it at Bryce’s house,” I confess, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “The day he was kidnapped. The same day we went to check his apartment after he went
My heart drops into my stomach when I hear Ethan's voice. I take a slow breath before turning around to face him. I quickly force a tight smile.Ethan stands near the door, a towel draped around his neck and water dripping from his dark hair. His eyes narrow, scanning me from my oversized hoodie down to my sneakers.“Aria?” His voice drips with suspicion. “What are you doing in here?” He crosses his arms. “And don't say nothing because you clearly came in here for something”“I could ask you the same thing,” I say, calmly. “It’s a campus gym, Ethan. I’m allowed to walk around.”“You don’t use this gym,” he snaps, stepping closer until he’s barely two feet away. He lowers his glare to my hands. “And you’re hiding something under your hoodie. You’re up to something, aren’t you?”My heart pounds like crazy against my ribs. Before I can take a step back, Ethan reaches out, grabbing my wrist and tugging my hand out from beneath my hoodie.The black plastic water bottle comes out with it.M
"Please record this phone call, Noah” I whisper, leaning as close to the driver's seat as I can without making a sound while briefly covering my phone speaker with my hand.Noah doesn't hesitate. His fingers move across his phone screen with ease. He gives me a single, sharp nod and holds up his phone, showing me the active voice recorder app before tapping the icon to sync it with my call.I press the speaker button on my phone.“Who are you?” I ask calmly, “What do you want?”The mechanical voice rasps through the speaker, distorted and metallic, filling the quiet space of the car. “I just wanted to make sure you received my little present, Aria. The ocean has a way of returning things people try to hide.”My knuckles turn pale around my phone. “You killed Bryce.”“Bryce made a mistake,” the caller replies smoothly, his synthetic tone stripping away any trace of human emotion. “He thought he could change the narrative. He thought he could talk. I don’t like talkers.”“But why are yo
I'm too shocked to get up from the sofa.The news anchor keeps talking about the marks and bruises found on Bryce's body but I'm no longer paying attention.I sit there still wrapped in my robe with my damp hair going cold against my neck and the phone still in my hand long after Barrister Becker has hung up.“Bryce is dead.” His words linger The only man willing to walk into the courtroom and tell the truth about my father is gone. His lifeless body pulled from the ocean like something discarded. Like he was nothing. Like his courage, his confession and his willingness to do the right thing counted for absolutely nothing in the end.I don't realize I'm crying and shaking until I hear Damien walk into the room.He takes one quick look at my face and immediately drops his suit jacket to the floor. In two long strides, he is across the room, dropping to his knees right in front of me.“Aria?” His warm hands cup my face.“What's wrong? Talk to me.”I try to speak, but my voice betrays me
My fingers tremble as I break the seal. The receptionist’s words still echo in my ears—“If you have any questions after reviewing the report, our genetic counsellor will be available..”But I barely heard the rest. All I cared about was getting here. Getting the truth.I pull the report free.The first page is filled with laboratory details. Case number. Sample identification. Chain of custody. DNA extraction completed. Quality control passed. My eyes skim the scientific language without understanding half of it.Then I reach the conclusion.My breath catches.[Probability of biological paternity: 0%.]I blink. Once. Twice.No…That isn’t the part that makes my heart stop.It’s the paragraph beneath it.[Although the tested individual is excluded as the biological father, the genetic markers demonstrate a significant degree of biological relatedness consistent with a close paternal family relationship. Additional testing involving other first-degree male relatives from the tested ind
…Who were Anitta, Jasmine, Layla, Britney and Chloe and what really happened to them?” I ask calmly For several seconds, Damien doesn’t answer. He walks past the bed, loosens his tie, and pours himself a glass of water. He drinks it in one go before resting both hands on the bedside table. “I should have given you all the details on the first day you asked me about this, I'm sorry” He exhales quietly. “Come here.” he holds out his arms I scoot closer to where he’s standing and he pulls me into a warm hug. For a while he simply holds me. Then he begins. “I briefly only dated two of them.” I blink. “What?” “The others…” He rubs the back of his neck. “They weren’t girlfriends. They were women who needed help.” He looks strangely tired. “My family owns charities, Aria. Sometimes people reached out privately instead of going through the foundation.” His eyes drift somewhere far away. “Layla was running from an abusive fiancé. Britney had borrowed money from loan sharks. Jas







