Mag-log inChapter 4
POV: Victoria Morph The Call Victoria did not sleep that night. Opportunity did not wait for comfort. She lay awake staring at the ceiling, replaying every word she would say. Every pause. Every tremor. Every breath. By morning, the story was flawless. At exactly 8:00 a.m., she dialed the number listed on the official Hartwell announcement website. Her fingers were steady. Her voice would be, too. The line rang twice. Then— “Hartwell Family Office. How may we assist you?” Professional. Polished. Guarded. Victoria lowered her tone, injecting just enough hesitation. “I… I believe I have information about your missing daughter.” Silence. A shift in the air. “Ma’am, can you clarify what kind of information?” Victoria glanced toward the hallway. Sophia stood just out of sight, listening. “My late husband found a little girl seventeen years ago,” Victoria began carefully. “She was alone near the roadside outside the city. No identification. No family.” She paused. Let her voice tremble. “We took her in. Raised her as our own.” The performance was effortless. “She has the birthmark,” Victoria added softly. “A crescent moon embracing a small star.” Complete silence. Then— “Ma’am… are you certain?” “Yes.” Another pause. Longer this time. “Please hold.” Victoria allowed herself a small smile. Hooked. Minutes later, a different voice came on the line. Deeper. Controlled. “This is Daniel Reeves, legal counsel to the Hartwell family. I need you to repeat everything you just said.” Victoria repeated the story. Polished. Emotional. Believable. She even allowed her voice to crack when mentioning her “late husband.” When she finished, the lawyer spoke again. “If this claim is false, there will be serious legal consequences.” Victoria’s expression hardened instantly. “It isn’t false.” She ended the call calmly. Across the city, inside the executive office of Hartwell Tower, two brothers stood in silence as Daniel Reeves lowered his phone. “She claims the girl was found seventeen years ago,” he said evenly. “Roadside. No documentation. The birthmark matches the description.” Julian’s heart pounded. “Where is she?” he demanded. Alexander remained still. Unmoving. Unreadable. “Arrange a private meeting,” he said at last. “Discreet. Immediate.” Back in the modest house, Sophia paced the living room. Her hands were trembling now. “What did they say?” she asked urgently. Victoria set her phone down with deliberate calm. “They want to see you.” Sophia’s breath caught. “This is really happening.” Victoria stepped closer and adjusted a loose strand of her daughter’s hair. “From this moment forward,” she said quietly, “you are not Sophia.” Her eyes sharpened. “You are Isabella Hartwell.” Sophia repeated the name silently. Isabella. It felt foreign. Powerful. Expensive. Victoria’s voice lowered further. “And remember—Elena must know nothing.” As if summoned by her name, Elena stepped into the room carrying folded clothes. “Ma’am, where should I put—” “Go back to the kitchen,” Victoria snapped sharply. Elena froze mid-step. The air felt wrong. Heavy. “Yes, Ma’am.” She turned away slowly, confusion clouding her expression. Sophia watched her retreat down the hallway. For a brief second— Just a second— Doubt flickered. But then she imagined marble floors. Private jets. A future rewritten. And doubt disappeared. That evening, a sleek black car stopped outside Victoria’s house. Not flashy. But undeniably expensive. A man in a tailored suit stepped out. Sharp eyes. Measured steps. Daniel Reeves. He surveyed the house once before walking to the door. Victoria opened it with practiced surprise. “Mrs. Morph?” “Yes.” “I’m here on behalf of the Hartwell family.” His gaze shifted past her. “Where is the girl?” Victoria stepped aside slowly. Sophia descended the staircase with careful precision. Head slightly lowered. Shoulders delicate. Expression fragile. Playing her part. Daniel studied her silently. Assessing. Calculating. Then his eyes drifted downward— Toward her upper back. “May we verify the birthmark?” he asked evenly. Victoria’s smile did not falter. “Of course.” Sophia turned slowly. Carefully. The fabricated crescent moon and star rested against her skin. Perfectly drawn. Convincing. Daniel stepped closer. Examined it. Said nothing. In the hallway, unseen— Elena stood frozen behind the wall. Because for the first time— She heard a name that did not belong to her. “Isabella HartwellCH 76 The BetrayalPOV: ElenaThe call came late in the evening. Elena had just finished reviewing the last report on her desk when her phone lit up.Alexander.She stared at the screen for a second. Something about the timing felt deliberate. Not casual. Not routine. She picked up immediately.“Alexander?”There was no greeting on the other end. Just a brief silence. Then—“Are you alone?”Elena straightened slightly. “Yes.”“Lock your office door.”Her grip tightened on the phone. Without asking questions, she stood and walked toward the door. The soft click of the lock echoed louder than it should have.“I’m alone,” she repeated.Another pause. Then Alexander spoke again, his voice lower, sharper.“I found him.”Elena’s heart skipped. “…What?”“The one leaking information from the board.”Everything inside her went still. For days, they had been circling around shadows—suspicions, patterns, possibilities—but never certainty. Until now.“Who?” she asked quietly.There was a slight
CH 75Sophia’s ShadowPOV: SophiaNight inside the prison always felt heavier than the day. The cold concrete walls seemed to absorb every sound, leaving the corridors wrapped in a strange silence broken only by distant footsteps and the occasional metallic clang of doors locking for the night.Sophia sat on the narrow bed inside her cell, her back resting comfortably against the rough wall. A faint light from the hallway filtered through the iron bars, casting long shadows across the small room. To anyone observing her, she would appear like any other inmate—quiet, contained, and seemingly resigned to her fate.But Sophia was far from resigned.Her calm expression concealed a mind that never stopped moving. While the other prisoners counted their days, Sophia counted possibilities.Her fingers traced the thin seam of the mattress as her thoughts drifted far beyond the prison walls. Hartwell Enterprises. The towering building, the polished boardroom, the executives sitting around the
CH 74The Hidden ConnectionPOV: JulianThe executive floor of Hartwell Enterprises carried its usual atmosphere of controlled efficiency that morning.Assistants moved quickly between offices carrying documents and tablets, the quiet rhythm of their footsteps echoing through the polished marble corridors. Phones rang intermittently behind closed doors while conversations flowed in low professional tones.To anyone observing from the outside, the company appeared as stable and organized as it had always been.But Julian knew that appearances could be dangerously misleading.He stepped out of the elevator and walked down the long corridor leading toward his office. The tablet in his hand displayed the same encrypted communication logs he had reviewed repeatedly since the previous night.Alexander’s instructions echoed clearly in his mind.Observe. Don’t interfere.Which meant the person responsible still believed their actions remained hidden.And for now, Alexander intended to keep it
CH 73Alexander’s InvestigationPOV: AlexanderThe night air was cool when Alexander Hartwell stepped out of the black sedan.The driver closed the door behind him, but Alexander barely noticed. His mind was already elsewhere, replaying the information Julian had sent earlier that evening.Deleted files.Encrypted messages.Subtle irregularities in internal system access.None of it was concrete evidence on its own. But Alexander had built his reputation on recognizing patterns others ignored.And these patterns were beginning to form something dangerous.He glanced up at the quiet office building in front of him. Unlike the towering headquarters of Hartwell Enterprises, this structure was smaller, discreet, and almost forgettable. That was precisely why he used it.Privacy was power.And tonight, he needed power.Alexander walked through the lobby without slowing his pace. The security guard behind the desk greeted him respectfully, but Alexander simply nodded before heading straight
CH 72Julian’s SuspicionPOV: JulianJulian sank into his high-backed leather chair, the late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows of his private office at Hartwell Enterprises. The building hummed faintly around him—the distant chatter of staff, the occasional ring of a phone, the whir of printers—but in his corner, there was a rare silence. He had deliberately waited until the end of the day to examine the digital records again.After the minor internal fraud had been exposed and Elena’s decisive handling of it, he had assumed the worst of the attacks were behind them. But instinct, honed over years of managing sensitive company information, told him otherwise. Something wasn’t right. Something still lingered beneath the surface.He leaned over the sleek mahogany desk, the glow of the tablet illuminating his concentrated face. With deliberate care, he opened the internal communications logs, cross-referencing board member activity with file access reports. At first glance
CH 71 Lingering DoubtsPOV: ElenaThe Hartwell Enterprises headquarters felt eerily quiet that morning. The soft hum of air conditioning and the distant clatter of keyboards in the open-plan offices were the only sounds accompanying Elena’s measured footsteps toward her private conference room.She had returned to her desk earlier than usual, though the previous weeks’ challenges had left her exhausted. Yet, a restlessness stirred in her chest—a nagging intuition she could no longer ignore. The minor internal fraud she had uncovered had been addressed efficiently, yet something still felt wrong.Elena sat down, her fingers brushing the polished surface of her desk. She picked up the printed reports Julian had left for her the night before. Each line, each number, seemed innocuous, yet her mind kept returning to the subtle irregularities. The adjustments were small, almost trivial, but they followed a pattern.Too precise to be accidental.Her brow furrowed as she scrolled through th
CH 58Meeting the BoardPOV: ElenaElena kept her hands resting lightly on the table as the quiet murmur in the room slowly faded. Every pair of eyes was on her now. Some curious. Some skeptical. Some carefully unreadable.She expected that.This was the first time the board of Hartwell Enterprises
CH 57 First Day at Hartwell EnterprisesPOV: ElenaThe morning air in the Hartwell mansion felt charged with expectation. Elena adjusted her blazer one last time in the mirror, smoothing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The nameplate of her bedroom door, the familiar engraving of Elena Hartwel
CH 56The Morning AfterPOV: ElenaThe Hartwell mansion was unusually quiet that morning.After the grand ceremony the previous night, the estate that had been filled with music, flashing cameras, and endless applause now stood calm beneath the soft light of dawn.Elena stood by the tall windows of
CH 55The Real CeremonyPOV: ElenaThe Hartwell mansion had never looked more magnificent.By the time evening arrived, the entire estate was glowing under thousands of warm golden lights. Elegant lanterns lined the garden paths, and the marble fountain at the center of the courtyard sparkled under







