Mag-log inI pulled to a halt in front of the house and stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. As I made my way toward the stairs, a loud scream pierced the air—it came from Mom's room.Without thinking, I dashed toward her door. I pushed it open and froze.Linda was in the room, her back to me, completely unaware of my presence as she focused on something out of sight. I took a step closer and gently tapped her shoulder. She jumped, startled, and quickly slipped something into her pocket before turning around."Are you okay?" I asked, eyeing her."Yes… I'm fine," she replied too quickly."I heard Mom scream. What happened? Is she alright?" I asked, shifting my gaze toward the bed where Mom lay still, eyes closed."She's fine," Linda said with a forced smile. "Just had a bad dream."Without another word, she brushed past me and left the room.I moved closer to Mom and gently touched her forehead. Her temperature felt normal, and her breathing was steady—calm, even.Strange.I was sure I he
At first, it was a bit shaky—recorded from a distance. But then, the image sharpened. My eyes widened in disbelief as I saw Linda with Dora in a abandoned building.I stared harder at the video, my heart pounding as the footage played. Linda and Dora stood in what looked like an abandoned building, their voices muffled by the poor audio, but their body language said it all—this wasn’t a casual meeting.My chest tightened as the memory of the words I heard from behind her door echoed in my head: "You know you're a fake, so you have to listen to whatever I say, Linda."The pieces started falling into place, painfully slow but clear. This wasn't a coincidence. This wasn’t a misunderstanding. I looked up, my face twisted in disbelief, but Grandpa didn’t say a word. He just watched me—eyes firm, patient, almost like he was waiting for me to finally catch up with the truth.“No…” I muttered, shaking my head. “This can’t be right. They’re not even… close. Why would they meet like thi
I went back and sat quietly on the bed, a heavy feeling sitting in my chest. I reached for my phone on the counter and quickly dialed the number of my personal investigator.The line connected almost immediately. “Hello boss,” his voice came through. “I was just about to call you. I found Mr. Alexandra’s new location.”I stiffened. “What? He changed his location?”“Yes, boss,”* he confirmed. I paused, my mind racing. *“But why? Did he suspect any move? We haven’t made a move yet.”He sighed. “Sir, that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to warn you about. He’s more careful—and far more dangerous—than we initially thought. Every step he takes is calculated.”“Okay,” I said, my voice firm. “Forward the address to me after this call. Also, I want you to tail someone for me—discreetly. I need solid evidence.”“Alright, boss. Who’s the target?”I hesitated for a second, then said, “It’s Linda.”There was a pause on the line. “Sir… your fiancée?”“Hmm,” I scoffed, irritation bubbling in my
I pulled to a gentle stop in front of Elena’s apartment. Stepping out, I opened the car door for her, and she gracefully stepped down. I walked her to the door, pausing for a moment.“Good night,” I said softly, not quite ready to leave.Just as I turned back toward the car, her voice called out to me.“Um… Eric, would you like to come in for a while? Maybe just a cup of coffee… to cool your head a bit? What do you think?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.I smiled, feeling the warmth behind her words.“I could never turn down an offer from a beautiful queen,” I replied, locking eyes with her.And maybe… I did need to cool my head down too.Without another word, I followed her back to the door, and together, we stepped inside.I sat quietly on the couch, watching as Elena moved gracefully to the counter. She returned a few minutes later, holding a cup of coffee and gently handed it to me.“Thank you,” I murmured, taking a slow sip, my eyes fixed on her as she sat elegantly beside me
I have no answer to give you, because how I live my life—or who I choose—has nothing to do with you, I said, avoiding his gaze as I stepped out of his car and walked inside without sparing him a glance.Once inside, I leaned against the door, trying to calm my racing heart.What... What was that? Why does he even care?I pinched myself, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.Slowly, I moved away from the door and sank into the couch, my mind spinning with questions I couldn’t answer.I walked over to the counter and grabbed a cup of water. Gulping it all down, I returned to the couch feeling a bit more relaxed. I picked up the remote, hoping to find something more entertaining to lighten my mood, when my phone rang.I walked over and picked it up—it was Eric.“Elena, are you there?”“Yes, what is it?” I replied.“The guy that attacked you… he’s dead. They just called me—he stabbed himself.”“What?!”* I froze. How is that even possible?“Did he confess to anything before that?” I asked q
I sat down quietly, slowly wheeling the chair back and forth, lost in thought. Her words echoed in my mind — "We're seeing each other."I clenched my jaw, remembering the expression on her face as she said it. It didn’t sit right. I’ve seen Elena lie before, and that... that was one of those moments.She avoided my eyes. Her voice wavered. She said it like she was convincing herself, not the world. I might not know everything about her, but one thing I do know — when she's lying, it shows. And she was lying. Not just to the press. To me. To herself.I sat upright, grabbed my phone, and opened the internet. The headlines were everywhere — but one video caught my attention. I clicked on it.There he was. Eric.Holding Elena’s hand… possessively. Protectively. Like she belonged to him.My eyes darkened as I stared at the screen. My jaw tightened. My hand balled into a fist on the table.I hated him. From the very first day he walked into my office and dared to touch her… till thi







