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What Was Sealed Inside.

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CHAPTER 29

The rattle was so small.

That was the thing I couldn't get past — how small it was. After everything. After weeks of assassination attempts and safe rooms and a man with no name walking freely through this house. After my mother's voice on a recording I'd heard through someone else's phone, a letter hidden behind a portrait, a photograph that proved two women had trusted each other with something that got them both killed.

After all of that, it came down to something small en
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  • The Wife They Wanted Dead    Not Enough.

    CHAPTER 31 Sophia had just told me my father had buried his own name. Had told me he'd called her the night before his arrest and asked her to redirect me — specifically, deliberately — if those initials ever surfaced. Had given her a script for a moment he'd apparently seen coming long before I had. And I was standing in her doorway with no proof of anything except that my father had known this was possible. I left before I said something that came from fear instead of fact. The corridor was dark. I stood outside Sophia's door for a moment, back against the wall, and waited for the part where I knew what to do next. Caius came out behind me. He closed the door carefully and stood beside me in the dark and didn't fill the silence with anything. I was grateful for that. "It's not enough," I said. "I know." "My father's birth name shares two letters with a code on a damaged piece of paper." I pushed off the wall. "That's what we have. That's not proof of anything."

  • The Wife They Wanted Dead    Someone Already Here

    CHAPTER 30 He still hadn't said the name. He was looking at me the way people do when they're giving you one last second before something lands — and I'd had enough of those moments in the past few weeks to recognise one when it arrived. "Say it," I said. "Seraphine—" "Caius." My voice came out flat. "Just say it." He looked at the paper one more time. Then at me. "S.H.," he said. Two letters. I knew exactly one person with those initials. I'd known her since we were sixteen. She was the person I called first when anything fell apart — the one who showed up without being asked, who never needed the full explanation before she was already on her way. She was down the hall. And she had known the man who took me. "It's not confirmation," Caius said immediately. "S.H. are two of the most common initials. This alone doesn't—" "But you looked at that paper and you thought of her." I turned to face him. "That's why you went quiet." He didn't deny it. I pressed my fingers agai

  • The Wife They Wanted Dead    What Was Sealed Inside.

    CHAPTER 29 The rattle was so small. That was the thing I couldn't get past — how small it was. After everything. After weeks of assassination attempts and safe rooms and a man with no name walking freely through this house. After my mother's voice on a recording I'd heard through someone else's phone, a letter hidden behind a portrait, a photograph that proved two women had trusted each other with something that got them both killed. After all of that, it came down to something small enough to rattle inside a pocket watch. "We need to open it," I said. Caius was already moving. He went to the cabinet on the far wall and came back with two things — a dental pick and a watchmaker's blade, flat-edged and narrow enough to work into a seam without forcing it. "Hold it steady," he said. I cupped my hands and he set the watch face-down in my palms. I could feel the seam beneath my thumb — that hairline difference in the metal, invisible unless you already knew where to find i

  • The Wife They Wanted Dead    Her Mother's Watch

    CHAPTER 28 He turned his hand over. A small, oval-faced pocket watch sat in his palm. It was made of old silver that had lost its shine. The metal was dull and smooth from years of being carried and handled every day, its surface worn down by constant use. I didn't know it. But something about the way he was holding it — with the specific care people give to things that can't be replaced — made me go completely still. "Where did that come from?" I asked. He looked at it for a moment before answering. "The night your father was arrested," he said. "After he was processed and placed in his cell — before you'd visited him the first time. Someone entered the facility through the staff entrance using the credentials of a night-shift maintenance contractor. Those credentials passed the initial checkpoint automatically, which is what made it difficult to catch quickly. But the real contractor had clocked out two hours earlier — meaning two valid entries existed for the same ide

  • The Wife They Wanted Dead    What The Timetable Meant.

    CHAPTER 27 "When?" The word came out before I could think better of it. Caius moved away from me — not far, just to the edge of the desk, putting a few feet between us like he needed the space to say whatever he was deciding to say. "The week the marriage was arranged," he said. "I came back to the house earlier than expected. I heard my father's voice through the east sitting room door — that particular quiet he uses when a conversation matters. I stopped outside." A beat. "He didn't know I was there." "What did you hear?" "He was giving answers, not asking questions. Careful, clipped. Long silences in between while the other person spoke." Caius's jaw tightened. "He said the arrangement was in place. That you would be inside the house within the month." He stopped. "And that the timetable had been accelerated and he understood what that meant." I stood very still. "He said I'd be inside the house." "Yes." "Not — your wife. Not the girl from the arrangement." "H

  • The Wife They Wanted Dead    A TITLE, NO NAME.

    CHAPTER 26 He still hadn't answered. The ledger was still on the screen. My name sitting there in clean, unhurried type like it had every right to exist in a system I hadn't known existed until tonight. Ardenne, Seraphine. The entry's date was the thing I couldn't stop coming back to. Not the weeks I'd spent inside this house. Not the arrest, not the wedding. Years before any of it. Long before any moment I'd ever used to mark the beginning of this. "Can you trace who created it?" I asked. "The credential. Is there a log of who built it into the system?" Caius was already trying. I could tell by the way he moved through the screens — not the slow deliberate pace from earlier but something tighter, faster. Hitting a result, reading it, moving to the next. "Every angle gives me the same wall," he said. "The title exists. The clearance is real. The access is active across every system in this house." He stopped on one screen longer than the others, then closed it. "And there is no

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