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That evening, heavy clouds loomed overhead, mirroring the unrest that had plagued Hunter's heart since morning. He stood in front of the grand gate of Shopia Joy’s luxurious estate, disguised in a PowerFix electrician’s uniform borrowed from an old acquaintance. In his hand, he carried a fake toolkit—filled more with hope than wires.“This is the only way,” he muttered.After greeting the gatekeeper and handing over a forged work order about checking the main electrical cable, Hunter was granted entry. His breath caught as he stepped onto the pristine backyard. The air carried the scent of lavender and fresh paint—nothing about it hinted at the darkness hiding within these walls.Hunter moved swiftly toward the main hallway, recalling the rough floor plan he’d memorized from property documents. He had to find Eliana before Shopia returned from one of her so-called “charity events.”His hands trembled slightly as he turned the doorknob of a second-floor room. The moment the door creake

The evening sky hung heavy with gray clouds as Shopia Joy stood before Eliana’s desk, her eyes narrowed at the drawer that had once been locked—now left slightly ajar. Inside, tucked beneath a stack of light novels and sketchbooks, she found a sheet of paper, roughly folded.She reached for it slowly, unfolding each crease with care, her eyes darkening as she read the words written in a fragile but pressured hand.Eliana’s handwriting.> “Why does her face keep changing when I ask about Mother Olivia?”“Why do I feel empty every time I drink that milk?”“Why can’t I remember her voice, even though her face is so clear in my dreams?”“Who is Hunter Jackson, the man who keeps appearing in my nightmares?”Shopia exhaled deeply, then clenched the paper in her fist, fury surging beneath her perfectly calm face. Her fingers trembled, but her expression remained composed. With quiet precision, she folded the paper again and slid it into the pocket of her satin robe.“So… you're starting to a

Hunter stood on the balcony outside Eliana’s room, his body tense.He had just quietly left the room after winding the blue music box Olivia had once given to Eliana. He knew that the melody could awaken fragments of the girl’s childhood—memories buried deep within her. But he also knew how dangerous it would be if Shopia ever discovered his plan.When the first notes played, Hunter nearly lost hope.But as the lullaby grew louder, he heard something that shook him to his core.Beneath the gentle tune, Eliana stirred. Tears slowly streamed down her cheeks.“Mom...” she whispered, her voice soaked in longing.Hunter exhaled in relief.The weight pressing on his chest finally began to lift.Eliana still remembered Olivia.Somewhere inside, those memories still lived.He watched as Eliana drifted back into sleep—this time more peaceful than before. At least now, he knew she could still be saved.---Days passed, but Hunter couldn’t remain still.He began crafting a plan to reveal the tru

The room was utterly silent, broken only by the ticking of the antique clock hanging on the wall. The late afternoon sky glowed crimson through the large glass window that overlooked the back garden. In the center of the room, Shopia Joy sat gracefully on a maroon leather sofa, like a queen on her throne. The soft scent of jasmine aromatherapy filled the air, in stark contrast to the fury slowly igniting in Joe’s chest.Joe stood tall before his mother, his jaw clenched, his brown eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disappointment.“I want you to let Eliana go,” he said at last, his voice deep and firm.Shopia looked up from her teacup, one eyebrow arching. “Excuse me? Who are you talking about? Oh, that orphan girl?”“Eliana. My half-sister,” Joe said sharply. “The child of Father and Olivia.”Shopia gave a short laugh, then placed her cup back on the table with the delicate clink of fine porcelain.“Don’t be ridiculous, Joe,” she said, her tone cooling. “She’s nobody. Just… an acci

The night sky was pitch black. Thick clouds hung low, concealing the moon and casting the grand Joy estate in a blanket of darkness. A fierce wind howled through the trees, their branches thrashing wildly as if they sensed something monumental was about to unfold.In the western corner of the property, behind the ruins of the old horse stables, Hunter crouched low against a stone wall. His eyes flicked to his digital watch—3:00 a.m. sharp.Meanwhile, inside the house, Joe moved swiftly but silently down the second-floor hallway. He was dressed entirely in black, a baseball cap shadowing his face. The guards were all resting, and only one security camera remained active—its connection had been severed two minutes ago.Joe’s heart pounded as he reached the old kitchen. The brick walls were worn and aged, and in the far-left corner stood an iron panel—barely noticeable to the untrained eye. He touched a slightly protruding brick. Click.The panel opened automatically, revealing a digital