LOGINDante stood still for several seconds.The hope that had risen moments ago slowly faded again.“If it’s not Aurora… then who is it?” he asked quietly.The guard didn’t answer.“See for yourself.”Dante finally followed the man toward another visitation room.Not the usual room crowded with prisoners’ families.This one was smaller. More private.And when the door opened—Dante stopped in his tracks.Peter Walker was sitting there.The man looked as calm as ever. Dark suit. Perfect posture. As if this wasn’t a prison, but an ordinary business meeting room.Dante stared at him for a few seconds.“I didn’t expect my visitor to be an old man like you,” Dante said coldly.Peter wasn’t offended.“I also didn’t expect your life to end up in a place like this.”Dante sat down across from him. “What do you want?”Peter leaned back slightly.“I just wanted to see how you were doing.”Dante let out a short laugh. “And what do you think?”“Calmer,” Peter replied. “But not any smarter.”Dante’s ex
The days after the betrayal was exposed passed more quietly.At least on the surface.Aurora’s house slowly returned to its routine.Hazel had become more active. The baby’s cries were now more often replaced by soft laughter that filled the house.And without being asked—Darius Harrington kept coming.He no longer brought up the DNA test results. Nor did he pressure Aurora into discussing their relationship.Darius simply… stayed.Sometimes he brought small toys for Hazel.Sometimes he came just to make sure the house security was intact.And more often than not, he simply sat quietly in the living room holding the baby as though nothing had ever changed.Aurora noticed it.At first, she tried to keep her distance.But as the days passed, it became harder to do.Because Darius never truly demanded anything.That morning, Aurora came downstairs carrying several company documents.Her steps stopped when she saw Hazel asleep against Darius’s chest.He sat on the sofa reading a business
That morning, Aurora’s house felt quieter than usual.Not the kind of quiet that brought comfort.But the kind that came after a massive storm had passed, leaving wreckage behind that still hadn’t been cleared away.Aurora stood in front of the study window.The report files about her assistant were still spread across the desk. The police had arrived early that morning. Everything had been handed over. CCTV footage. The sample delivery route. Even the hidden communications recovered from the man’s devices.And the more everything was uncovered—the more Aurora realized the betrayal had been going on for a long time.“He switched the sample when the vehicle stopped at a red light,” one of the officers explained. “We found footage from a street camera.”Aurora didn’t answer.“And we also discovered transfers to several different accounts,” the man continued. “Including ones under Lily’s name.”That name surfaced again.But this time, it no longer shook Aurora the way it once had.She w
The question hung in the air.No one answered immediately.Aurora stood tall, her gaze fixed on the man in front of her.“We’re not hiding anyone,” she said flatly.The assistant narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie.”“That’s not a lie,” Aurora replied. “I don’t even care where that woman is right now.”Darius Harrington glanced at Aurora before looking back at the man.“You’ve lost control,” he said shortly. “And now you’re demanding answers from people who owe you nothing.”The assistant let out a quiet laugh. “No one here is truly clean.”Aurora didn’t respond.She turned slightly. “Security,” she called.The door opened. Two men entered.“Take him,” Aurora ordered.This time, there was no hesitation. No compromise.The assistant didn’t resist.He only looked at Aurora. “So this is the end?”Aurora turned toward him. “This is barely the beginning.”The two men grabbed his arms.“I’m reporting you,” Aurora continued. “Medical data fraud. Sample manipulation. And everything you’ve done in t
Morning came with no visible change on the surface.But inside that house, something had already begun moving faster than it appeared.Aurora stood in the study. All the files were open. Old and new data had been reorganized.Nothing was missing.Her assistant stood in front of the desk. As always—calm. Waiting for the next instruction.“I’ve rechecked the entire route,” he said. “There’s nothing suspicious.”Aurora didn’t respond immediately.She picked up one sheet.The old result.Then another.The new result.There was only one difference—The sample.Aurora lowered the papers slowly.“It’s impossible for everything to be clean,” she said.The assistant didn’t argue.“If it wasn’t at the lab…” Aurora continued quietly, “…then it happened before that.”Her gaze lifted. Straight toward the man in front of her.A few seconds passed. No one moved.Then another voice entered.“Which means someone handled the sample… before it got there.”Darius Harrington stood at the doorway.Aurora t
The car stopped in front of the house. Aurora stepped out without waiting. The file was still in her hand, but this time it was no longer about the result.The answer had already been found.What remained—was the reason behind the error.Aurora walked inside. The house felt the same as always. Calm. Orderly. Nothing had changed on the surface.But for Aurora, everything was different.“Prepare all the old data. I want to see the entire process myself,” she ordered.Her assistant nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”Aurora didn’t stop. She went straight to the study.Minutes later, the desk was covered in files. Old data. Reports. Copies of the first test results.Aurora sat down and began opening them one by one.Her gaze moved quickly. Focused.Dates. Laboratory names. Doctor’s signatures.Everything looked normal.Too normal.Aurora leaned back slightly.“Something doesn’t add up,” she murmured.Her assistant stood across the desk. Silent. Waiting.Aurora picked up one file.“This,” she said. “Dan







