Mag-log inI turned the photograph over again. The handwriting was unmistakably my grandfather's.“He knows where your father is.”For several seconds, nobody spoke. I looked at Harrison's younger face in the photograph, then at my father's. I had spent years believing my father was simply another painful part of my family's past. Now I was beginning to wonder if I had ever been told the truth about him."Where was this taken?" I asked.Julian took the photograph from my hand. "Westbridge.""And when?"He checked the date written in the corner. "Twenty-four years ago."I looked at my father again. He looked younger than I remembered. Not the version of him I had carried in my memories, but the man from before everything went wrong."Why was he with Grandfather?""I don't know.""You don't know?""I was away at university then."I turned to Marcus. "Can you find out?"He nodded. "Give me the photograph."I handed it to him.He examined it carefully before taking a picture of the back. "I'll have
"Who?"The word left my mouth before I could stop it.Julian didn't answer.He looked at the document in my hand, then at the phone on the desk. Marcus was studying him too."Julian," I said. "Who has the evidence?"He rubbed a hand over his jaw."I don't know if we should…""You should." My voice was steady. "You have spent years deciding what I should know and what I shouldn't. That ends today."Julian held my gaze for a moment. Then he said, "Harrison."I went still. An uneasiness settled over me, because Harrison had never once given me a reason to doubt him. "Chief Butler Harrison?"Julian nodded."But why would Grandfather leave it with him?""Because Harrison was one of the few people he trusted completely.""You knew he had something?""I suspected.""Suspected?"Julian exhaled."Your grandfather told Harrison to protect certain documents if anything happened to him. But after Grandfather died, Harrison refused to tell me where they were.""Why?""Because your grandfather gav
The message changed everything.“Now ask Julian why your grandfather was afraid of the Vance family.” I read it twice before lowering my phone.Julian noticed my expression. “What happened?”I handed him the phone. He read the message. His face changed immediately.I looked directly at him. "You knew," I said.Julian looked away."You knew there was something between Grandfather and the Vance family.""It wasn't that simple.""Then make it simple."My voice was calm, but I could feel anger building inside me. "For years, I believed my family collapsed because of business problems. I believed you and Grandfather did everything you could to protect me. I believed my marriage to Damien was completely separate from all of that."I stepped closer."But now I find out that Grandfather owned Westbridge, that he left instructions for me, and that he specifically mentioned people who knew what happened."Julian said nothing."And now someone is telling me to ask you about the Vance family."M
The next morning, I woke up before my alarm. For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling of the guest room in the Sterling residence, trying to remember where I was. Then everything came back. The divorce. Damien signing the papers. The message from the unknown number. The old photograph. Westbridge. And the question I had asked Julian the night before. What did Grandfather do?I sat up slowly. For the first time in years, I wasn't thinking about Damien when I opened my eyes. That alone felt strange. I dressed in a simple cream blouse and black trousers, then tied my hair into a neat low ponytail. I didn't want diamonds or anything that reminded me of the woman everyone had seen at the Commerce Summit. Today, I wanted answers.When I walked into the dining room, Julian was already there. He had a tablet in front of him, his expression serious. Marcus sat across from him, dressed in a dark suit. He was reading through several documents. Alexander was standing near the windows with a cup
"What did Grandfather do?"My question remained between us. Julian stood completely still. The corridor was quiet now. Beyond the tall glass windows, Crestview glittered beneath the night sky, but I could barely see the city anymore. All I could see was that photograph. My grandfather. Julian. And me. A version of myself I could not remember.Marcus broke the silence. "Julian."My brother finally looked at him. "Not here."I turned toward him. "You keep saying that."His eyes met mine. "Because there are things you should hear somewhere safe."I folded my arms. "Then let's go somewhere safe."He didn't argue. We walked toward the private elevator at the end of the corridor. Alexander followed without saying a word. The elevator opened immediately. Inside, the walls were covered in dark wood and brushed gold, with a small screen displaying the Sterling Global crest. Julian pressed his palm against the security panel. The elevator began moving upward.I looked at him. "Where are we goin
I stared at the message until the words began to blur. "You may have escaped the Vance family, Sophia Sterling. But you have no idea what your grandfather left behind." My fingers tightened around the phone.The ballroom was still alive behind me. Music played softly beneath the chandeliers. Waiters moved between tables carrying empty champagne glasses, while reporters gathered around the entrance, waiting for another statement from the woman who had just become the center of Crestview's attention.But none of that mattered anymore.Someone knew about my grandfather. And that was not something the public knew. I turned toward Julian. "Did you tell anyone?"His eyes immediately hardened. "Tell anyone what?"I showed him my phone. He read the message once. Then his expression changed.Marcus stepped closer. "What happened?"Julian handed him the phone. Marcus read it silently. For several seconds, he said nothing. Then he looked at me. "When did you receive this?""Less than a minute ag







