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Chapter 6: The Name Hidden in the Letter
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2026-07-08 20:10:45The room was silent.
Only the sound of rain hitting the windows filled Alexander Black's office. He stood frozen, holding the old letter in his hand. For years, he believed he knew the truth. He believed William Carter was responsible for destroying his grandfather's company. He believed the Carter family was the reason his family suffered. But now... Everything was changing. His grandfather's final words were clear. "The person who betrayed us is still alive." Alexander looked down at the letter again. His eyes stopped at the name written at the bottom. The person his grandfather suspected. The person who had manipulated both families. The person who had been standing beside them for twenty years. Victoria Blackwood. His stepmother. Alexander's expression became cold. "No..." He whispered the word, but even he knew. The evidence was there. The missing documents. The false accusations. The secrets. Everything pointed toward one person. A knock suddenly came at the door. Alexander quickly placed the letter back inside the box. "Come in." Daniel entered. "Mr. Black, the security team has completed their investigation at the hospital." Alexander looked at him. "Any information?" Daniel hesitated. "Not much. The person who entered the restricted area escaped." "How?" "They knew the security system." Alexander's eyes narrowed. Only someone familiar with Blackwood security could do that. Someone inside. Daniel noticed his expression. "Did you find something?" Alexander looked at him. "How much do you know about the incident twenty years ago?" Daniel became serious. "Very little. The company records were sealed after your grandfather's death." "Find everything." "Everything?" "Every document. Every person connected to it. Every employee who disappeared." Daniel nodded. "Understood." Before leaving, Daniel stopped. "Mr. Black..." Alexander looked up. "Be careful." A strange feeling appeared in Alexander's chest. Because for the first time in years... He didn't know who he could trust. --- The next morning, Sophia stood outside her father's hospital room. She watched him sleeping peacefully. For the first time in days, she felt a little relief. But her mind was still full of questions. Her father had hidden the truth. Alexander had hidden the truth. Everyone seemed to know something except her. She hated feeling powerless. "You are thinking too much." Sophia turned around. Alexander stood behind her. She crossed her arms. "You always appear quietly." "I didn't mean to scare you." "You didn't answer my question." "What question?" "Why did you choose me?" Alexander looked at her. The question had followed him since the day she walked into his office. "I told you." "No. You told me a reason. Not the reason." Silence. Sophia stepped closer. "Alexander, I heard what Victoria said. I know about the past. I know our families are connected." His face changed slightly. "You shouldn't listen to everything Victoria says." "But should I listen to you?" That question surprised him. Because he didn't have an answer. Sophia looked away. "I signed a contract with you. I moved into your house. I became the woman everyone is talking about." Her voice became softer. "But I don't even know if I am standing beside someone who trusts me." Alexander stared at her. Then he said something he didn't expect himself to say. "I trust you more than anyone." Sophia looked at him. "Why?" Again, he had no logical answer. But this time, he didn't hide it. "Because when I look at you, I feel like I have known you for a long time." Sophia's heart skipped. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then a nurse interrupted. "Mr. Black, Miss Carter, someone came to see you." They turned. A woman stood at the end of the hallway. Sophia immediately recognized her. Victoria Blackwood. --- Victoria walked toward them calmly. She wore an elegant dress and a confident smile. "Alexander." Her eyes moved to Sophia. "Sophia." Sophia noticed something. Victoria wasn't surprised to see her. Almost like she expected her. "What are you doing here?" Alexander asked. Victoria smiled. "I came to check on William Carter." Sophia stepped forward. "Why?" Victoria looked at her. "Because despite everything, I don't wish him harm." Sophia almost laughed. After the threats and secrets, she found those words impossible to believe. "Really?" Victoria's smile disappeared. "You should be careful, Sophia." Alexander immediately stepped between them. "Enough." Victoria looked at him. "You are protecting her now?" "Yes." A strange expression crossed Victoria's face. Almost disappointment. "That is exactly what I was afraid of." Alexander frowned. "What does that mean?" Victoria looked at Sophia. "She doesn't know, does she?" Sophia's heart tightened. "Know what?" Victoria smiled slightly. "The truth about why your father and Alexander's grandfather became enemies." Alexander's voice turned cold. "Leave." But Victoria continued. "Your father didn't just destroy a company." Sophia stared at her. "What are you saying?" Victoria looked directly into her eyes. "He destroyed a family." Before Sophia could respond, Alexander grabbed Victoria's arm. "Don't say another word." Victoria calmly pulled away. "Ask your grandfather's old records, Alexander." Her smile became colder. "Then ask yourself why he never told you about Sophia's mother." Sophia froze. "My mother?" Victoria turned and walked away. Leaving behind a silence filled with questions. --- That night, Sophia sat alone in her room. Her mother's name had always been a painful subject. She died when Sophia was young. Her father rarely talked about her. But why would Victoria mention her? She opened an old box containing her mother's belongings. Inside were photographs, letters, and memories. Then she found something she had never seen before. A photograph. Her mother was standing beside another person. A person she recognized. Alexander's grandfather. Sophia dropped the picture. "No..." The connection was impossible. Her mother knew the Blackwood family. Her father knew the Blackwood family. And nobody had told her. --- Meanwhile, Alexander stood in his office, reading the letter again. This time, he noticed something he missed before. A hidden sentence written at the bottom. "The child of the Carter family holds the key to the truth." Alexander's breathing stopped. The child of the Carter family. Sophia. Suddenly, the marriage contract made sense. Not just to protect his company. Not just because of his grandfather's condition. There was another reason. A reason even he didn't know. And somewhere inside Blackwood Mansion... Someone was watching Sophia. Waiting for her to discover the truth.
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