LOGINIt was already visible from the entrance hall outside the building that something was wrong. The doorman was agitated, juggling calls, his face pale, sweat soaking his skin and leaving dark stains on his clothes. When we approached, panic overtook the poor man.“Mr… Mr. Clarke, I can explain.” At that moment, Cassian’s private elevator dinged, its doors opened, and two men wearing clothes that didn’t match the suits of Cassian’s men emerged, laughing and joking with each other.“What the hell is this?” Harry said through clenched teeth. The men stopped instantly, their laughter turning to pure terror. “What are you doing here? Who authorized your entry?” The men lowered their heads, terrified.The guards who’d accompanied me appeared, dragging those men out.“What’s going on?” I asked, following Harry to the elevator. He pressed the button, and it began moving.“That’s what we’re about to find out, miss.”The doors opened to a sc
My body trembled uncontrollably. Liam dropped to his knees, one hand braced on the floor, ready to look under the bed.“What are you doing? It’s my phone alarm ringing,” Diane scolded, but Liam didn’t seem convinced. “Get up already—we’re late. You’re meeting young Ward, aren’t you?”“Yeah…” Liam stood, letting out a long, noisy breath. “I hope it’s to tell me my position in the firm. I’m tired of sucking up to that spoiled brat.”I watched their feet move away and leave through the door. The sound of their footsteps descending the stairs, the steps creaking under the pressure. Diane and Liam’s voices sounded muffled and distant, making it impossible for me to understand them. I preferred to stay hidden for a few more minutes after hearing the front door close.I slowly crawled out of my hiding spot, alert to any sound in the house. I grabbed my phone, seeing Amy’s message asking me to hurry.“Damn.” I clutched my bag and left the room, c
Sitting on the floor, I set the box lid aside and began examining its contents more carefully. Among several old newspaper clippings and other photographs, there were also numerous travel receipts, but I didn’t recognize any of those places.“They’re all places outside the country. Italy, Rome, Russia.” Each receipt showed a new country, farther and farther away, and all seemed to be short trips. “What was my father doing in those places?”I didn’t know what to think about all of it. There were also several unsent letters, a small velvet box in a dark burgundy shade, and several large envelopes at the bottom of the box.Amid everything, some newspaper clippings caught my attention—all seemed to mention families connected to the Moores, but there were also reports of missing people, especially the daughter of a magnate who owned a large hotel chain. However, none of the articles had photos of the people—just brief descriptions and desperate family appeals.I glanced at my watch. Time w
I quickly devised a plan. While Jack was still in the mansion, I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note to Amy. I felt awful using my friend this way, but it was the only way I could think of. In the note, I used the code we had when we needed each other’s help and invited her to afternoon tea at the café we always went to.I ran through the corridors and found him talking to Harry at the front door, ready to leave.“Excuse me, Mr. Harris.” I rushed over, holding out the small piece of paper. “Could you give this to Amy?”Jack raised an eyebrow, exchanging quick glances with Harry. He took the paper and looked at me suspiciously. “May I?” he asked, and I nodded.After reading it, Jack passed it to Harry, who read it and
As soon as I was alone in the room, I started my research.Even though I had free access to Cassian’s office computer for my studies, it would be risky—the search history would be proof I was lying to him. So I used the excuse of studying to avoid being bothered and switched to searching on the phone Cassian had given me.I believed he wasn’t monitoring it because the box was sealed when he handed it to me. It would’ve been impossible to install any hacking software on the device.I began with simple, obvious things: my parents’ surnames and my mother’s maiden name. Then I dug deeper, but the results were far more terrifying than I’d imagined.There was no James Reed or Laura Reed. No marriage certificates, no legal records, no documents at all. Not even my birth certificate—which I kept in a hidden folder with other important papers—appeared on any government website.“That’s imposs
My heart raced, even though the request wasn’t suspicious. I’d lived so many years under Diane and Liam’s control, every contact with relatives cut off. It was only natural to be curious about whether I had any living family.My palms grew sweaty. Fear that Cassian might suspect something—even though the only evidence had been destroyed with the phone.“Can I know the reason for this sudden interest?” His tone seemed calm, but it was clear the topic displeased him. I swallowed hard, looking away to hide my discomfort at lying.“It’s not sudden. I’ve always been curious about my paternal and maternal grandparents, the fact I never met them. Not knowing if you have relatives, someone who could’ve saved you from a hellish life…” I bit my lip, fres







