Semua Bab Beneath the Façade: Bab 91 - Bab 100

BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Chapter 92Emily’s POV : The envelope sat in my hands like it weighed a hundred bricks. My fingers shook as I ran them over the bold inscription: WILL.It felt wrong to even hold it. Like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, one step away from falling into a truth I had no strength for. But curiosity—no, something deeper than curiosity—pushed me forward. A hunger to understand why Ethan acted the way he did. A hunger to confirm or deny the words Eddy had thrown at me in that café, words that had replayed in my mind every night since."You’re his sibling, Emily. You don’t even know it, but you are."At the time, I had brushed him off, told myself he was bitter and wanted to stir trouble. Yet here I was, hands trembling, heart racing, staring at Ethan’s secret.I glanced left, then right. The apartment was quiet, save for the steady hum of the air conditioner and the faint traffic noise outside. There

BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits..Chapter 94Eddy’s POV: I drove like a madman.The tires screeched against the wet road, the hum of the engine louder than my own heartbeat. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles had turned white. I couldn’t breathe properly. My chest was tight, my mind chaotic, every thought clashing against the other.Josh cannot die.I kept saying it under my breath like a prayer, like the more I said it, the more the universe would listen."Josh cannot die… he can't… not now."The city lights blurred past as I sped through every red light I could afford to. Nyla's text kept flashing at the back of my head:> “Eddy please I need you here now. Josh is dying.”Dying.The word wouldn’t stop echoing.I couldn’t lose him. Not after everything. Not after all the mess we’ve been dragged into — Ethan, Caleb, the endless danger… Josh was one of the few constants holding me together. I’d never forgive mysel

BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits..Chapter 96Emily’s POV I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection but not really seeing it. My skin looked pale. My lips dry. My hair… I hadn’t bothered brushing it twice this morning like I usually do. Everything about me looked messy, unsteady—just like my heart.My phone vibrated softly on the dresser, breaking the silence in my room. Eddy’s name flashed across the screen.I picked it up before it could ring a second time.“Are you ready?” His voice was calm, almost too calm.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe. “I… I guess,” I whispered.“You have to be, Emily,” he said gently, as if he knew I was already falling apart inside. “Today’s going to be a long day.”I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. My throat burned, and before I could stop it, a tear slipped down my cheek.When I stepped outside, Eddy was leaning against his car, his arms folded as he watched me quietly. Hi

BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits..Chapter 98Emily’s, POV I don’t know which broke first — my heart or the ground beneath my feet.I stood there, frozen, my fingers trembling around the edges of the kitchen counter as Nyla’s words poured over me like acid, stripping away every layer of trust, every ounce of breath left in me.“You think you’re the saint here, Emily?” she said, her voice sharp and cold, a bitter laugh breaking at the edges. “You’ve always had everything handed to you on a golden plate. The love, the comfort, the life. While I—” she jabbed her finger at her chest, her eyes glinting with something unrecognizable, “I’ve had nothing but scraps. Do you know what that feels like?”I shook my head slowly, not because I didn’t understand her pain, but because I couldn’t comprehend the cruelty in her confession. My best friend. My sister in everything but blood. And yet… this.“What are you talking about?” My voice cracked, bar

BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits..Chapter 100Eddy’s POV The smell of antiseptic clung to my clothes.Even after I left the hospital, it followed me home, soaked into my skin like a reminder I couldn’t wash off. It was as though the universe wanted me to carry her with me wherever I went—even when she wasn’t conscious enough to know I was there.Emily lay there, so still, so heartbreakingly silent, hooked up to machines that hummed and blinked as though mocking me with their fragile rhythm. I visited every day without fail, flowers in one hand, her favorite food in the other, knowing well she couldn’t eat yet, but refusing to let her wake up to nothing.I’d sit by her bed for hours, just… watching. Watching the way her chest rose and fell, how the corners of her lips were always slightly parted, like she was about to tell me something but couldn’t find the words. Every time, I’d whisper things I’d never dared say to her when she was a