Mag-log in(Daniel’s POV)The office felt different after Lucas left.Not quieter.Heavier.I sat there for a while, my eyes fixed on the door he had just walked through. The image of that bag full of money kept replaying in my mind—not because it tempted me, but because of what it represented.Desperation.Fear.And something bigger than I had imagined.I leaned forward and opened the case file again.Patrick’s name stared back at me from the top page.A dead man… surrounded by too many secrets.I flipped through the pages slowly, my mind now sharper than before. Lucas had just confirmed something without saying it directly—This case was not ordinary.People don’t offer that kind of money unless they are trying to bury something dangerous.Very dangerous.I picked up my pen and began writing down notes.Lucas — Direct involvement.Attempted bribery.Intent: Stop investigation.I paused for a second.Then added another line.Desperate. Afraid. Protecting something.I dropped the pen and leaned
(Daniel’s POV)It was a quiet afternoon at the station.The kind of quiet I had learned not to trust.I sat behind my desk, going through the case file again. Papers were spread neatly in front of me—statements, reports, photographs. Every detail mattered. Every line I read only raised more questions.This case had gone beyond routine.Too many inconsistencies.Too many people trying to stay silent.And one name kept coming up in my mind—Lucas.I leaned back slightly, thinking.There was something about him that didn’t sit right with me. The way he spoke. The way he avoided certain questions. The way he always seemed one step ahead.It was not normal.I was about to write down a note when—Knock. Knock.I paused.My eyes moved to the door.I wasn’t expecting anyone.No appointment. No scheduled meeting.Another knock followed.Firm.Controlled.“Come in,” I said.The door opened.And the moment I saw who walked in—I straightened immediately.Lucas.For a brief second, I just looked
(Daniel’s POV)I knew Patrick’s death was not ordinary.Everything I had uncovered so far pointed in that direction.The transaction.The timing.The signature.And now, the subtle message hidden beneath it.None of it felt like coincidence.It felt planned.Structured.Controlled.Which meant one thing—someone had been close enough to Patrick at the time of his death to influence events without drawing attention.And if that was true…Then the answers would not come from documents alone.I needed someone who had been there.Someone who saw him not as a name in a file, but as a person in real life.That thought led me in one clear direction.Patrick’s personal assistant.If anyone understood his daily life, his habits, his interactions, and possibly even his final moments… it would be her.I acted on it immediately.Using the internal network, I requested her contact information.It didn’t take long before I was given a number.I stepped away from my desk and dialed it.The phone rang
(Daniel’s POV)I decided to carry two tasks at once.At this stage of the investigation, waiting for answers one at a time was no longer an option. Everything I had uncovered pointed to a system built over years—carefully arranged, quietly maintained, and deliberately hidden.Which meant the truth I was searching for wasn’t in the present.It was buried in the past.If Benson represented influence behind decisions, then Ariana’s father’s brother—Patrick—represented something else entirely.Foundation.History.Origin.From the records, Patrick wasn’t just involved in the business—he helped build it. A partner to Ariana’s father from the beginning.And if something had gone wrong back then…Patrick would have known.Or been part of it.Either way, he mattered.I needed to speak with Ariana at some point, but not yet. Not without something concrete. Going to her with assumptions would only complicate things.So I started with what I could verify.Quietly.I approached one of the younger
(Daniel’s POV)The name Benson stayed with me longer than expected.Not because it was unfamiliar… but because it fit too well into the pattern I had been uncovering. Quiet presence. Repeated involvement. Influence without visibility.People like that don’t usually stand out at first glance.But once you notice them…You start seeing them everywhere.I left my office with a clear objective in mind. Reading files alone would not give me the full picture anymore. If Benson had been part of the decision-making process behind the scenes, then the next step was simple.I needed to understand how others saw him.Not as a name in a document…But as a person.I walked through the corridor, my pace steady, my mind already narrowing down who to speak to. Someone who had been around long enough to witness internal discussions. Someone who interacted with senior staff regularly.The company secretary came to mind.They would know more than most.I adjusted my jacket slightly and changed direction
(Daniel’s POV)After leaving Lucas’s office, one thought refused to leave my mind.He was hiding something.Not in the way people usually hide things when they are afraid of consequences. This was deeper. More calculated. Every pause, every carefully chosen word, every moment he chose silence instead of explanation—it all pointed to one thing.Lucas wasn’t protecting himself.He was protecting someone else.And whatever connection he had with that person wasn’t recent. It was something built over time. Something strong enough to make him hold back the truth even when he knew I was close.That realization followed me down the hallway, step by step.I slowed my pace slightly as I replayed the conversation in my head.The way his expression changed when I mentioned the transaction.The way he avoided the final question.The moment his voice shifted when he said, “I didn’t approve it.”He didn’t deny knowledge.He only denied responsibility.Which meant he was carefully separating himself
Ariana’s POVI did not sleep that night.Sleep stayed far away from me, just like peace had since Lucas and Vanessa decided to rewrite my life without my permission. I lay awake in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts moving faster than the ticking clock on the wall.Every time I close
(Ariana’s POV)Before I could open and close my eyes, a whole month had passed in Alex’s sister’s house. Thirty long days. Thirty restless nights. It felt like I had been dropped into another woman’s life, forced to wear her shoes, breathe her air, and survive her reality.A month ago, I was living
( Third person POV ) Lucas had been living alone in the house long before Ariana ever left.The silence that filled the mansion was not new — it had always existed, heavy and cold, lingering between the walls like a truth no one dared to face. But now, with Ariana gone, the emptiness felt exposed.
(Alex’s POV)I left Ariana’s place with my heart in pieces.The night air felt colder than it should, or maybe it was just the chill in my chest. Every step I took away from her door felt heavier than the last. My mind replayed her words like a broken record, each sentence cutting deeper than the o







