MasukAfter a long and awkward silence, Harry stood up and, without saying another word, left my small room. I hugged my knees, curling up on the single bed.
“I don’t care…” I whispered, my chest tightening again.
Sitting there wouldn’t help anything, so I decided to keep myself busy. Maurice was occupied, and everyone was bustling with the presence of Miss Shaw. People in the kitchen were running back and forth, maids with sheets, brooms, and buckets scattered throughout the mansion, with a particular focus on the living room.
As I walked to the study, I noticed that Cassian and Rebeca were nowhere in sight. The doors were closed, and my nervousness grew. I bit my lower lip, my sweaty hands gripping my shirt tightly as I tried to figure out if the r
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
My hands shook, and I didn’t dare lift my gaze, afraid the driver would notice my sudden change. I stayed silent, watching houses turn into buildings until we reached central London. The car stopped in front of the building, and I jumped out quickly, not waiting for the driver to open the door.Maurice, who’d come with us to the apartment, looked startled as I burst through the door and headed to Cassian’s office—but he wasn’t there. I ran to the bedroom and checked the bathrooms; Cassian was nowhere. I returned to the living room, where the driver was reporting what happened to the butler.“I’m sorry you had to see Mrs. Moore’s worst side, Miss Reed,” Maurice said solemnly. I shook my head and raised my hands.“I’m fine. I expected her to receive me
Once again, we were all separated.Since the traitor hadn’t been uncovered yet, Cassian decided to split us up for safety. Chloe was sent to a property in Sophie’s name—so she wouldn’t be targeted, as everyone knew Cassian’s younger sister was kept out of the Boss’s affairs. Amy stayed at one of Jack’s properties at his request, and I was taken to a Moore family apartment in central London. As for Sophie, her mother had taken her a little earlier from the previous house.“I’ve already told you there’s no need to worry, little squirrel.” Cassian’s arms wrapped around me from behind; his warm body carried the faint scent of soap and shampoo. “It won’t be long until this whole mess is over.” He kissed my temple, trailing down to my neck.







