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Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-One

KateMadam… are you lost? I’m asking because you’re just… standing in the compound like you own the whole place.”I turned slowly.The girl couldn’t be older than twenty-five. Neatly ironed uniform, clipped ID tag, a little too much confidence for someone whose job depended on smiling at strangers.I blinked at her once, twice, then let my lips curl into a cold, controlled smile.“I might as well be the owner,” I replied calmly. “But I don’t blame you. I’m sure you’re new here, so you probably don’t know the face of the family when you see one.”Her eyebrows twitched.Good.“If you’re done with your interrogation,” I continued, lifting my chin, “I’ll go inside now to see my father-in-law.”My tone carried just enough insult to let her know she’d overstepped. It landed. I saw the flicker of embarrassment in her eyes before she straightened her spine, clinging to her little sense of authority.“Actually, madam Kate,” she said, too professionally for her own good, “I’ve just been informe

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Two

Kate.The past two days had been a blur, a cruel, breathless blur. I’d been running everywhere, chasing shadows, chasing answers, chasing myself. And the more I tried to fix, the more everything slipped through my fingers. It was as though someone had reached inside me and stolen the part of me that used to get things done effortlessly, the part that could command a room or tear down a wall in minutes.Now I was just… tired. Frustrated. Unanchored.My only close friend had relocated months ago, and Dawn was always at her place or busy shopping or telling fake stories online. There was nobody left to sit across from me on my couch with wine in hand and let me rant until the world made sense again. Nobody to pull me back when my mind spiraled.Dawn was supposed to meet me at my house the day she vanished on me. She didn’t show up. She didn’t call; she had given excuses about how tired she had been and was trying to edit her vlog.If she decides not to come, I will go to her because I ha

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Three

KateInside the house had gone quiet again for a place where death had just been announced. Dawn sat on the couch with her knees crossed, a silk robe tied loosely around her waist, pretending to be fragile. Her fingers trembled, but I wasn’t fooled. The tremble was too controlled and too convenient.Her eyes stayed dry.Dawn paced across the living room like someone who had just been released from a cage, humming under her breath, shoulders loose in a way that made my stomach twist.She stopped in the middle of the room, spun lightly, and announced.“I’m now free, Mother. Free to do whatever I like. Ethan’s dead… and not by my hand.”Her voice was too loud. Too careless, too confident.My spine straightened immediately, and I snapped my head toward the window.The curtains were barely parted, but I could still hear footsteps outside. A reporter’s cough. Car doors. People lingering.I turned sharply toward her, my voice low and cutting.“Will you tone your voice down?”Dawn blinked, st

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Four

Liora Three whole months since Ethan’s death rippled through the city like a sudden storm… and just as quickly, Kate and Dawn vanished.No goodbyes.No explanations.No dramatic exit.Gone, like they were never here at all.For years, Kate strutted around like a queen lion protecting her cub, clawing out, fangs bared, always ready for a fight.So how did a woman like her so loud, sharp, convinced she was untouchable, pack her bags and flee without a trace?Because she was afraid.And Kate wouldn’t run unless she had something to hide.Even if the investigation labeled Ethan’s death the work of a “dark organization,” a quiet voice inside me still whispered.Kate and Dawn’s hands aren’t clean.I wrapped my fingers around my warm coffee mug, letting the steam kiss my face. The morning was crisp, and the balcony was washed in soft sunlight. The entire city felt like a fresh beginning… allowing nothing dark to hover over me.Life has given me a second chance.I had become someone I never

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Five

Kate“We’re sorry, ma’am. But the new management has left strict instructions. No entry for you.”That sentence wouldn’t leave me alone.It kept replaying in my head, over and over, like someone had carved it into the inside of my skull.Every time it echoed, my stomach tightened again. My fingers twitched on the steering wheel. My breath caught, shallow and uneven.No entry for you. As if I were some stranger off the street.As if I hadn’t walked through those doors more times than I could count.As if I didn’t have history in that place.But none of that mattered.Because the “new management” had spoken.I sat in my car for a long moment, fingers hovering over the ignition but not turning it. My pulse was still hammering from the embarrassment inside the caregiver center. I could practically still feel their eyes on me, the receptionist’s rigid politeness, the guard’s suspicious stare, the nurse avoiding my gaze like she hadn’t been taking money from me like all her life.I wasn’t

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Six

DamienThe past…It never really dies.You bury it, move cities.Build a life that looks clean on the surface.But the moment someone goes digging, it rises like smoke under a locked door.And this time, it was coming straight for Liora but from my own mistakes.I stood in the dim living room of one of my old apartments far outside the city, tucked between empty industrial roads and warehouses nobody cared about—no security detail. No noise. Just quiet enough for my thoughts to claw at me.I told Liora I was traveling, but I hadn’t gone anywhere.I needed space to think, to strategize, and most importantly, to figure out who the hell Cynthia was…and why she was threatening me with a story I had buried so well.Valerie.A name I promise not to recognize again.A woman I slept with.A death I apparently caused.None of it made sense.My phone vibrated again.Cynthia is calling…The name flashed across the screen like a wound.I didn’t pick up.I stood there, jaw clenched hard, letting th

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Seven

DamienIt was almost midnight, and the house felt still, aware of my breathing, and my impatience. The clock on the wall ticked with the kind of arrogance only inanimate things have. Each second scraped against my nerves.Still no call.I stood behind the mini bar, one hand braced on the cold marble counter, the other wrapped around a glass I wasn’t drinking from. Smith sat across from me, laptop open, screens casting sharp blue light across his face.“She should’ve called by now,” I muttered, jaw clenched. “It’s like she can smell the trap. Like she knows exactly how far she can push me.”Smith didn’t look up. “Or she’s scared, boss. Cornered animals wait until you blink first.”I scoffed. “Cynthia doesn’t get scared. She gets calculated.”Before he could answer, Kingsley walked in, cracking his knuckles like he’d been practicing violence in the hallway.“Boss, forget her. When I find that woman, I’ll crush her with my bare hands.” He raised both fists in the air as if demonstrating

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Eight

DamienKingsley’s mouth dropped open.Drake actually blinked twice, like he was trying to reset his ears.But I just stared.Still.Cold.“Your… girlfriend?”My voice came out controlled, a razor dragged across silence.Smith flinched as the word cut him.He nodded once, guilt crawling over his face.I didn’t speak.He did.“Last night I noticed a notification on my system,” he began, voice low, shaky. “A security alert. Someone accessed my encrypted vault, the one I store the Valerie files in. At first, I thought it was a glitch.”My jaw tightened.He swallowed.“But when I opened the breach log… I saw it wasn’t a glitch. Whoever accessed it had full clearance. They didn’t guess the password, they had it. Which meant someone physically touched my laptop.”I narrowed my eyes.Smith continued, shame dragging every word.“So I checked the feed from my internal cam.”He hesitated.“It’s a miniature camera integrated into the frame. You told me to install it years ago for situations exact

Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-Nine

DamienHow are you, my love? Call me if you need anything. Just checking on you.I stared at the message before hitting send.It was pathetic, this stiff, watered-down attempt at normalcy. But I didn’t want to make things more awkward between Liora and me than they already were. She wasn’t stupid. She knew the kind of man I was. She knew I was hiding something… especially after she asked me who Cynthia was and I couldn’t give her a straight answer.And now?Now I knew Cynthia wasn’t Cynthia at all.Just Smith’s reckless, mischievous girlfriend wearing whatever name suited her mission.A woman bold enough to dig into my life.Smart enough to mask her trail.Stupid enough to think she could get away with it.When I stepped back into the living room, the atmosphere was different. Breakfast trays pushed aside. Drake and Kingsley were done eating. Only Smith remained hunched over his laptop, eyes glued to the screen, his fingers typing with the frantic rhythm of a man trying to untangle th

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