LOGINCHAPTER 49Ariana's POVBy Saturday morning, I had come to one very important conclusion.Damien Kingston was becoming a serious problem.Not because he was a billionaire, or because he had a habit of looking at people as though he could buy their entire bloodline if they inconvenienced him. Not even because he was investigating a twenty-year-old mystery that somehow involved my mother, his late mother, and a woman named Eleanor Whitmore.No.Damien Kingston was becoming a problem because I was beginning to miss him when he wasn't around.And that was unacceptable.I had known him for months, technically. I had seen him at family dinners, watched him argue with Lily, and observed the way people seemed to rearrange themselves whenever he entered a room. I knew he could be intimidating, stubborn, and annoyingly confident.But somewhere between the masquerade night, the unexpected car rides, and the conversations that lasted longer than either of us intended, I had started noticing other
CHAPTER 48Ariana's POVThere were very few things I hated more than waiting for a message from Damien Kingston.The man had a talent for making silence feel personal, and even though I knew he was busy investigating a mystery that had apparently swallowed his entire family history, I still found myself checking my phone every few minutes.It was ridiculous.I had lectures to attend, notes to review, and an assignment that was beginning to look like it would outlive me. I had absolutely no business sitting in the university library, staring at a blank page while wondering whether Damien had spoken to his father.Yet there I was.My phone vibrated beside my notebook, and I reached for it so quickly that the girl sitting across from me glanced up.Damien: Are you busy this evening?I stared at the message.Me: That depends. Are you planning to interrogate me or take me somewhere nice?His reply came almost immediately.Damien: Can it not be both?I smiled despite myself.Me: You're impo
CHAPTER 47Damien’s POVBy eight on Friday morning, I had read the same document six times without making sense of a single line.Eleanor.That was all we had.No surname, no last known address, no surviving photograph, and no official record connecting her to Westbridge Children’s Home. The sole trace of her ever stepping foot inside my mother's estate was a single line in an old access log, penned in a different, hurried script than the entries above it.Private visitor — 8:42 p.m. — October 15, 2005.Whoever managed that entry had taken deliberate care to make sure her visit would be almost impossible to trace.Unfortunately for them, they had severely underestimated Marcus.My office door opened, and Marcus walked in carrying a heavy manila folder."Tell me you have something actionable," I said, setting my pen down."I have something compelling, sir. Whether it’s actionable depends entirely on what you’re hoping to find."I gestured toward the leather chair across from my desk. "
Chapter 46 Ariana's POV I woke up with Damien's voice still in my head. It was embarrassing, honestly, how easily that man had managed to occupy a space in my mind that I had spent weeks trying to keep empty. Even after our conversation the previous evening, I had lain awake thinking about the things he had said, the things I had almost said in return, and the way his voice had softened when I admitted that I wasn't ready to explain everything I was feeling. Maybe because I don't want you to stay away. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. It would have been so much easier if Damien Kingston were simply an arrogant, emotionally unavailable billionaire who enjoyed making my life complicated. I could have disliked him in peace, avoided him at family dinners, and focused on the much more important business of surviving medical school without having a financial breakdown every other week. Unfortunately, he had to be thoughtful. He had to remember little things I said, n
CHAPTER 45Damien's POVI had learned a long time ago that my father had a talent for making silence sound like an answer.It was one of the things I hated most about him.He could sit across from you, look you straight in the eye, and leave you feeling as though you had asked the wrong question simply because he had no intention of answering it. Growing up, I had mistaken that habit for wisdom. As an adult, I knew better.It was control.And lately, I had begun to wonder how many things in my family had been buried beneath it.I stood in my mother's study with her diary open on the desk, staring at the entry dated October 14, 2005. I had read those words so many times that morning they had begun to feel less like a discovery and more like an accusation.I have agreed to take responsibility for what happens next.My mother had written that she hoped the child would one day understand that none of it had happened because she was unwanted.Why would she have needed to reassure a child w
CHAPTER 44ARIANA'S POVI spent the entire drive back to my apartment pretending that nothing had happened.It was surprisingly difficult, considering I had a message on my phone suggesting that someone in Damien's family might have been responsible for putting a child in danger, and the man sitting beside me was the only person I knew who could help me understand what it meant.Every few minutes, I found myself glancing at him, wondering whether I should simply show him the messages and let him decide what to make of them.Then I remembered the last line.Ask Damien who had access to his mother's house on October 15, 2005.It wasn't an accusation, exactly. It was a question designed to make me suspicious, and the more I thought about it, the more I wondered whether that was precisely what the sender wanted.Whoever was contacting us knew enough about the investigation to predict what we would discover next. They knew about Margaret, the placement records, and the photograph Victoria







