تسجيل الدخولThe altered record stayed with Aiden long after they left the property.It wasn't the name that bothered him most.It was the effort someone had made to hide it.Someone had gone back into an old security record and changed a specific entry, carefully enough that no one would notice unless they knew exactly where to look.That meant the person responsible had understood the property's system.They knew which records mattered.They knew which ones could expose them.And, more importantly, they knew how to make the truth disappear.Aiden sat in the passenger seat as Lucas drove back toward the city, the folder containing the original documents resting between them.For several minutes, neither man spoke.Then Aiden broke the silence. "There's something we're missing."Lucas glanced at him. "The altered authorization?""No."Aiden looked out through the window."That tells us someone had access. It doesn't tell us what they did once they got inside."Lucas was quiet.Aiden continued."Ma
The property stood beyond the busiest part of the city. It was secluded enough to disappear from ordinary attention.A long iron gate surrounded the grounds.The building itself looked almost abandoned from the road. No lights. No visible movement.No sign that anyone had been there recently.But Aiden knew better. He stepped out of the car.Lucas was already waiting. "You came alone?"Aiden nodded. "I didn't want anyone following us."Lucas glanced toward the property. "You really want to go inside?""Yes.""Without security?""We're not announcing our arrival."Lucas gave him a look.."That's one way to put it."Aiden ignored him. They approached the gate.Lucas produced a key.Aiden stopped. "Where did you get that?""Old property management records."Aiden stared at the key. "So someone still had access."Lucas nodded. "Apparently."The lock turned.The gate opened with a low metallic groan.Aiden's expression darkened.Someone had opened this gate before them.Recently. The hinges
Aiden didn't sleep that night. Even after the call with Lucas had ended, he remained alone in his study, the room darkness enveloping him as he stared out the large window at the distant city lights flickering below. Richard Scott—his father's name—kept lingering in his mind like an unshakable stone, heavy and unmoving. For years, Aiden had believed he knew his family intimately: their habits, their history, their complex relationships. He had grown up amidst their constant presence, watching their heated arguments, celebrating their triumphs with them, and witnessing their struggles and losses firsthand.Yet now, one hidden property had made him question how much he truly knew.His mother had accessed it.His father had accessed it.And somehow, that same property had later become the stage for the photographs designed to destroy Evie.Aiden dragged a hand through his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands nervously. There had to be a logical explanation for what he had obs
The house lay silent, still asleep. But Aiden was wide awake. He sat in his study, eyes fixed on the glowing name on his laptop screen, as if studying it too long could somehow alter its meaning.VIVIAN SCOTT.His mother's name.Below, he saw the access records Lucas had sent—dates, times, authorization codes, property references—each piece of data waiting to tell its story.Aiden leaned back slowly in his chair.He had spent days searching for an outsider.Someone who had studied his family from a distance. Someone who had entered their lives, manipulated information, and carefully arranged the photographs that had nearly destroyed everything between him and Evie.Now a name from inside his own family had appeared on the list. And that was far more disturbing. Because Vivian hadn't merely visited the property once. She had been authorized to access it. Aiden rubbed a hand over his face.His first instinct was to confront her. Walk downstairs. Wake her.Put the records in front of her
That night, Aiden stood in his study. The house had gone quiet.A file from Lucas lay open on his desk.Property records. Company names. Financial connections. Nothing definitive yet.But the trail was becoming clearer.His phone rang. Lucas.Aiden answered. “Tell me.”“We found another connection.”Aiden straightened. “To Blackwood?”“Indirectly.”“How indirect?”“Three companies separate.”Aiden's expression hardened. “And Marcus?”“We're still working on him.”Aiden leaned back. “Keep digging.”There was a pause.“There's something else.”“What?”“The property was accessed several times before the night of the photographs.”Aiden's eyes narrowed. “By whom?”“We don't have names yet.”“Then find them.”“I will.”The call ended.Aiden stared at the file.Someone had been using that property.Someone had prepared it. Someone had known exactly where to put Evie.The photographs weren't an impulsive act. They were planned. Carefully. He closed the file.His thoughts drifted upstairs to
The first thing Evie noticed the next morning was that Aiden was in the kitchen.Not rushing through breakfast. Not buried in his phone. Not already halfway out the door with a meeting waiting for him.He leaned against the counter, sleeves pushed up, his joggers lounging low enough to reveal defined V lines, staring at the frying pan suspiciously.Evie stopped at the doorway.For several seconds, she simply watched him.Aiden glanced over his shoulder.A small smile appeared on his face. “Good morning.”Evie leaned against the doorway. “Are you cooking?”“I am.”She looked at the pan. “What is that?”“Breakfast.”“That doesn't answer my question.”Aiden gave her an amused look. “You're very supportive.”“I've learned not to trust anything you make in the kitchen.”“That was one time.”“You nearly burned toast.”“I was distracted.”“By what?”“You.”Evie blinked.Aiden's smile widened.She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her. “That's a terrible excuse.”“It worke







