MasukElena's grip tightened around the phone.
"What pregnancy test?" Across the room, Damian looked up from where he was standing. On the other end of the call, Adrian was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Don't play games with me." "I have no idea what you're talking about." Adrian let out a frustrated sigh. "I found it in the bathroom cabinet." Elena frowned. There had never been a pregnancy test in their bathroom. Never. "You're mistaken." "I know what I saw, Elena." Before she could respond, the call ended. Elena slowly lowered the phone. Something felt wrong. Very wrong. "What's going on?" Damian asked. She shook her head. "I don't know." But she did know one thing. There was a setup. And she was going to find out who was doing that. Meanwhile, at the Sterling Mansion, Adrian sat alone in the living room. The house was quiet. Too quiet. For the first time in years, there was no sound coming from the kitchen. No smell of Elena's cooking. No lights left on for him. Nothing. Vanessa walked downstairs wearing one of his shirts. "You've been staring at your phone all night." Adrian ignored her. Vanessa frowned. "Are you seriously thinking about Elena right now?" "No." The answer came too quickly. Vanessa noticed. "She's with another man. Why do you care?" Adrian rubbed his forehead. He wasn't sure why he cared. He had wanted Elena gone. That was the whole point. So why did the house suddenly feel empty? His eyes drifted toward the dining room. The anniversary dinner was still there. Nobody had touched it. The candles had burned out. The food had gone bad. Something tightened in his chest. Vanessa followed his gaze and rolled her eyes. "She was being dramatic." Maybe. But Adrian suddenly remembered how excited Elena had looked that morning. She had asked him three times what time he would be home. He never answered. A strange feeling settled in his stomach. Not guilt. Not yet. Just discomfort. Back at the hospital, Elena couldn't stop thinking. A pregnancy test. Who put it there? Then a memory flashed through her mind. A few weeks ago, Vanessa had visited the mansion while Adrian was at work. She had spent almost an hour upstairs. Alone. Elena sat up straight. Could it have been Vanessa? But why? The answer came almost immediately. To make Adrian think Elena was pregnant. To create another problem in the marriage. To push them further apart. The realization made her sick. Vanessa had been planning things for much longer than Elena realized. A knock interrupted her thoughts. The doctor entered again carrying another file. "Mrs. Sterling, we have your blood test results." Elena accepted the file nervously. The doctor smiled. "Everything looks healthy." Elena released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Then the doctor added, "Based on the dates, you're approximately six weeks pregnant." The room became quiet. Six weeks? Elena immediately started counting backwards in her head. Her heart began to race. Because six weeks covered two possible dates. One date with Adrian. And one date she desperately wanted to forget. The night she met Damian Blackwood. She slowly closed the file. The mystery hadn't become clearer. It had become worse. Much worse. And sitting across the room was one of the two men who could be the father. Damian looked up from his phone. Their eyes met. For a brief second, Elena wondered what would happen if the baby turned out to be his. The thought terrified her. Because she had no idea whether that would make her life easier... Or destroy it completely.Damian's security team traced the call within thirty-six hours. A burner phone, purchased in cash, activated for eleven minutes and never used again. Untraceable, technically. But the store it came from sat two blocks from a building Damian recognized immediately — the old Sterling Holdings satellite office, the one Adrian had quietly shut down during the restructuring. "That doesn't mean Adrian's involved," Elena said, reading the report over Damian's shoulder. "I didn't say it did." He set the tablet down. "But someone who used to have access to that building did." "Marcus." Damian looked up. "You know that name?" "No." Elena frowned. "But Vanessa's been different this week. Distracted. My assistant mentioned she canceled two meetings and left the office early yesterday without telling anyone where she was going." "You're still keeping tabs on Vanessa." "I'm keeping tabs on the people who might hurt me. She qualifies." Elena crossed her arms. "She always has." Damia
Vanessa didn't sleep.She lay in the dark replaying four words until they lost their shape. *I already do.*Adrian had said it so plainly. Like a fact. Like something he'd decided a long time ago and simply hadn't bothered to mention.She told herself it didn't matter.It mattered.By six she gave up on sleep entirely and sat at her kitchen table with her phone face-down in front of her, as though not looking at it might undo the message still sitting there.*Tomorrow, we talk.*Tomorrow was today.The address came at nine. No explanation. Just a pin dropped on a map, a small café on the edge of the financial district, far enough from Blackwood Group and Sterling Holdings that no one from either building would recognize her walking in.She almost didn't go.But not going meant waiting. Waiting meant wondering. And Vanessa had spent three months wondering who knew what she'd done — whether it was Adrian's driver, or the assistant she'd bribed, or someone at the clinic who'd talked when
Elena stayed quiet for several minutes after the call ended. Damian was still holding her hand, his thumb moving gently across her knuckles, as though he could calm the fear gathering inside her.She hated that she was frightened — not because of the caller, but because she had finally started feeling safe. And now someone had reminded her that maybe she wasn't."Damian.""I'm here.""Who do you think it was?""I don't know. And I don't know if they were watching you either.""That's not very reassuring.""I know. But I'm not going to lie to you just to make you feel better."She looked back at him. "Thank you."He squeezed her hand. "We'll find out who it was."Elena nodded, and instead of letting the fear consume her, she took a deep breath. "I don't want this to control me. I don't want to start hiding in this house again. I've already spent too much of my life running."Damian's expression softened. "Then don't run.""I won't."For the first time since the call, she smiled.That e
Elena woke the next morning feeling strangely peaceful.For the first time in weeks, she hadn't dreamed about her past. She hadn't woken up wondering what she had forgotten or what secret would surface next. She had simply slept — deep, dreamless, and whole. Somehow, that felt like a gift.She sat up and looked around her room. The wooden box was still on the table, her father's letter safely inside. She smiled faintly. She wasn't ready to forget the past, but she was beginning to understand that she didn't have to live inside it either.After getting dressed, Elena walked downstairs. Damian was already there, standing near the windows with a cup of coffee in his hand, sifting through a few documents. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up, and his eyes softened immediately."Good morning.""Good morning.""You slept."Elena smiled. "How did you know?""You don't look exhausted."She laughed. "Is that your way of saying I usually look terrible?""That's exactly what I'm saying."Sh
Elena barely slept that night.She lay awake, staring at the ceiling while everything that had happened over the past few days replayed in her mind.Her grandfather.Her parents.The memories that were slowly returning.The letter her father had left behind.She turned onto her side and looked at the small wooden box sitting on the table beside her bed.She had opened it so many times over the years but tonight, it felt different.For the first time, she no longer saw it as a box filled with painful memories.It felt like a piece of home.Elena slowly sat up, and reached for the box and opened it.The silver bracelet caught the moonlight. Beside it was her father's letter. She picked it up carefully.She had already read it several times, but the words still made her chest ache.You are my daughter before you are an heiress.She smiled sadly.Her father had known her so well.Even before she grew up and chose to hide her wealth, he had understood that the Vale name should never decide
"Someone was there that night."Elena's voice trembled through the phone.Damian's heart tightened.He had heard fear in her voice before, but this was different.This wasn't fear of Adrian.It wasn't fear of Vanessa.It wasn't even fear of the uncertainty surrounding her past.This was the fear of remembering something she had spent years forgetting."Elena," Damian said gently, "where are you?""At home.""Are you with your grandfather?""Yes.""Good. Stay with him."There was a brief silence.Then Elena whispered,"Damian...""I'm coming."He ended the call.Victor was still standing across from him."What happened?""She remembered something."Victor's face changed."What?""She remembers a man talking to her father."For several seconds, Victor didn't respond.His expression was enough to tell Damian that the memory mattered."You know who it was."Victor finally looked at him."I may."Damian's jaw tightened."Then tell me.""I need to speak to Elena first.""She's upset.""I kn







