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Chapter Eighteen: Kade
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2026-04-29 13:58:09
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“Valeria Hart is not accepting calls,” the nurse repeated for the third time, her voice calm but firmer now, like the words had been rehearsed to close conversations rather than open them.“Please,” Isabella said, leaning slightly forward even though the nurse could not see her properly through the line, her grip tightening on the phone, “just ask her again, tell her it is her daughter.”There was a pause.Then the same answer again, slower this time like patience was running thin on the other end.“Valeria Hart has asked not to be contacted by anyone connected to the name Kade.”The line stayed open but nothing else came through it, and Isabella sat very still after that, her fingers not moving, her breathing slightly off, like her body had not caught up to what it had just heard.“Kade,” she repeated quietly after the call ended, the word sitting in her mouth like it did not belong there.She stayed like that for a long time, phone still in her hand, until she finally said, “Okay,”
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter Nineteen : Not yet
“I am fine,” Victor said to no one in particular as he lay in his room staring at the ceiling, the words coming out low and controlled like they had been rehearsed enough times to sound real even when they were not.He did not move for a long time.“I am fine,” he repeated again, quieter now, as if repetition could turn it into something true.The ceiling stayed the same.The room stayed the same.His thoughts did not.“It is work,” he said out loud, shifting slightly on the bed, “Zachary Belt, the contracts, the board waiting for answers, everything is exactly what it always is.”He paused, then added, “Nothing is different.”The silence in the room did not agree with him.At four he got up without needing to decide it and walked to his study and turned on the lights and sat down like the day had already started without permission.“I will clear the backlog,” he said softly to himself as he opened the first file, “then everything will settle.”He worked till seven, when Rosa knocked
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter Eighteen: Kade
“Delaney,” Isabella said quickly, her thumb already moving before her brain fully caught up, locking her screen in the same motion, hiding the message like it was something she could physically push away, her voice coming out steadier than her body felt, “it was Delaney, she sent something earlier and I forgot to reply.”Victor stood in the doorway without moving closer, his eyes fixed on her face for a long moment, then briefly flicking to her phone and back again like he was weighing every syllable she had just given him and deciding where it fit.“Delaney,” he repeated slowly, not asking, not agreeing, just holding the word there.“Yes,” Isabella said immediately, too quickly, then forced herself to slow down and added, “she sends random things all the time, I just did not open it properly.”Victor did not respond right away, and the silence made her aware of how tightly she was holding the phone, how her shoulders were too high, how her breathing was not normal even though she was
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“Nothing happened,” Isabella said to herself quietly as she stood in the corridor outside the painting room, her fingers resting on the edge of the wooden box as she gently closed the lid and placed it back exactly where she found it, careful like even breathing too hard would make everything worse.She stayed there a moment longer, staring at the closed box, then whispered, “It is not my business,” and turned away even though her chest felt tight in a way she did not want to name.Back in her room she sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded together, and said again, softer this time, “It is not my business,” like repetition could lock it away somewhere permanent.She leaned back slowly and stared at the ceiling, letting the silence settle around her, and after a while she said out loud, “An old photograph, a name, nothing more,” and then she turned her head slightly and added, “I am not doing this to myself.”Still, the name stayed.Brown.She whispered it once, then again, then sto
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“Leave it there,” Victor said without looking up from his phone when Rosa placed the tray on the table, his thumb still scrolling as if the screen required his full attention and not because he wanted an excuse not to look across the table yet.“Yes sir,” Rosa replied quietly, adjusting the placement of the cup like she always did even when he did not ask, “Miss Isabella’s tea is hot, I checked twice.”Victor nodded once and did not answer further, and Rosa stepped back just as Isabella came down the stairs, her footsteps light but not hesitant, controlled in a way that made it clear she was already fully awake.She did not say good morning.He did not say it either.Rosa placed the tea in front of Isabella and said, “I will bring more toast if you need,” and Isabella answered with a polite thank you that sounded practiced and distant, and then Rosa left them alone.They sat across from each other with the table between them, Victor reading through his morning report and Isabella hold
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“I am not going to sleep again tonight,” Isabella whispered into the empty room, her voice rough as she stared at the ceiling and already knew lying there pretending would only make her thoughts louder.She lay still for a while longer, counting nothing, thinking nothing useful, then finally pushed herself up and said quietly that this was pointless and that she might as well move, because the bed was starting to feel like it was holding her down instead of letting her rest.In the bathroom she wrapped the robe around herself and tied it too tightly, then loosened it again, muttering that this place was too quiet and too big and that five in the morning should not feel this heavy.She opened the door and stepped into the corridor, the floor cool under her feet, and said under her breath that she was only walking and not going anywhere in particular, as if saying it would make it true.Without meaning to, she stopped in front of the study again, and she sighed softly when she realized
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