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Saturday morning draped itself in golden sunlight as it spilled into the bedroom, warming Rachel’s bare skin where the sheets fell carelessly off her hips. The scent of strong coffee drifted in from the hallway, but it was the heat rising inside her that made her stir. Her body ached from exhaustion — the past few days had drained her, emotionally and physically. But here, in this house, she could finally rest. She smiled, half-asleep, thinking of the countdown: few weeks to go. Few weeks, and she would be walking away with ten million dollars. The thought made her feel giddy — there was so much she could do. So much she would do. Then, her thoughts shifted. Her uncle. Her family. The legacy they all pretended to protect. But what if her actions today rewrote that legacy forever? Meanwhile, in the dining room, the atmosphere was thick with ambition. John stood dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, while Daisy shimmered in a silver-lined gown that clung to her curves like a second

The next morning, Rachel woke with a pounding headache. Her mind was foggy, her body heavy. She barely remembered falling asleep the night before—just the weight of emotions crashing down on her like a storm. Downstairs, she found Richard adjusting his tie in front of the mirror. “I have an important meeting to attend,” he said without looking at her. “I’ll be back before evening.” She nodded silently, watching him leave. His words were short, businesslike, but there was something guarded in his eyes—something that made her chest tighten. Once he was gone, she stood in the stillness of the house, thinking. Everything inside her felt unsteady. Her heart was too full of questions. Of doubts. She had to know the truth. --- Rachel found herself outside Grandfather Daniel’s room. She hesitated only for a moment before pressing play on the small voice recorder in her hand. Her own voice echoed in the quiet room. “I just wanted to ask—about what I overheard. About Luis... a

The tension in the room lingered longer than the silence. Austin’s voice was different — deeper, heavier — as he worked on the document laid out on the table. “What was that about?” he asked without looking up. Rachel stood stiffly. “What do you mean?” He rose slowly, each step deliberate. His shoes struck the tiled floor with sharp finality, like he was carving the moment in stone. Then, without warning, his hand landed on her shoulder — firm and unrelenting. The world paused. Something about being that close to Austin stirred feelings Rachel didn’t want to name — feelings she wasn’t supposed to have. She turned to leave. But he didn’t let her. His grip tightened — not painful, but commanding. Possessive. “I’ve never seen you like this before,” he murmured. “I thought you didn’t care that I was marrying Amanda.” Rachel’s breath caught. “I never said I was fine with it. I just said… I wouldn’t stop you.” “Then what’s this?” He stepped closer. “I’m not worked up,” she said

“You’re not supposed to let her work so hard,” Daisy said firmly, arms crossed in the doorway of Austin’s room. Austin rubbed the back of his neck, exhausted. “We had a lot to do... and I’m really tired. Sorry, but I need to rest.” He dropped onto the bed with a sigh. “Goodnight.” Daisy left and she opened Rachel's door a little wider—only to find Rachel sitting on her bed. “Goodnight,” Daisy said, her voice clipped. Rachel blinked, barely turning. “Goodnight,” she replied softly. As Daisy disappeared down the hall, Rachel sat on the edge of her bed, heart pounding. So many lies.So many layers. Who among the Daniels family could she trust? No one. Not yet. Not until she had evidence. Not until she knew the truth behind her parents’ deaths. “I need to find something,” she whispered, trying to steady herself. She lay back, eyes tracing the cracks on the ceiling. But her mind refused rest. Eventually, sleep found her. --- Meanwhile… Tony sat alone in the

Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Are you ready?” Daisy asked. “Yes,” Rachel replied as Daisy unlocked it. “Oh my—” Daisy gasped. “You look stunning.” Her skin glowed beneath the soft lighting, the black dress hugging her curves with effortless grace. Before Rachel could respond, Austin appeared at the end of the hallway. His eyes lingered too long on her figure. Rachel stiffened. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze—not with the weight of her secret pressing so heavily on her chest. What if he saw through her? What if he recognized all she’d fought so hard to bury? But tonight wasn’t about guilt. It was about purpose. She had one goal. To search the Daniels mansion. To find something—anything—that could serve as evidence. Something that would finally crack this family wide open. “Come on, let’s go!” John called from downstairs. They descended in silence, heading toward the black SUV. The drive felt endless. Memories clawed at her mind like restless ghos