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"Lena, you weren’t supposed to hear that."Liam’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous.I froze in the doorway, my heart hammering so hard it felt like the sound could break the glass between us. The office was dark except for the glow from his phone screen still lighting up the edge of his desk. I’d only come back for my umbrella. I hadn’t meant to hear the call. But I did. Every word.“You were talking about Zane,” I said slowly, my throat tightening. “You said I was” my voice cracked, “useful.”He stood up, running a hand through his hair like a man trying to compose a lie that would sound like the truth. “Lena, listen”“No!” My voice came out sharper than I meant. “Don’t you dare tell me to listen. I’ve been listening to you for weeks, Liam. Every word, every whisper, every excuse you made when you disappeared in the middle of the night. And now I finally understand.”His jaw clenched. “You don’t understand anything.”“Then explain,” I shot back.

The moment I opened the door, everything stopped.The sound of the rain, the ticking clock in the hallway, even my own breath.Two pairs of eyes turned to me Zane’s and Liam’s, both sharp, both desperate, both dangerous in their own way.“Lena,” they said at the same time.Their voices overlapped, raw and unsteady.I stood in the doorway with my suitcase in hand, my hair still damp from the rain, my heart somewhere between fury and exhaustion.“You’re not leaving,” Liam said first, stepping forward, his voice trembling slightly though he tried to hide it. “You can’t just walk out like this.”I laughed softly, bitter, tired, the kind of laugh that comes after too many broken promises.“Oh, can’t I?” I asked. “Because last I checked, everything in this house was built on lies. I’m just trying to escape before I start choking on them.”“Lena, please” Zane’s voice was low, hesitant, as if every word was a risk.“Don’t,” I cut in sharply. “Don’t tell me to stay. Don’t tell me you can fix

CHAPTER 136CHAPTER 136“What truth?” I asked, my voice trembling.Ruby didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a slow, shaky breath and looked straight into my eyes. “Lena,” she said quietly, her tone almost pleading, “don’t react until you’ve heard everything I’m about to say. Promise me you won’t hate me for this.”Her words made my stomach tighten. “Ruby… what are you talking about?” I asked carefully.She swallowed hard, her eyes glossy with guilt and fear. For a long, uneasy moment, she just stood there, silent, like she was trying to find the courage to say something that could destroy us both. Then finally, in a low, breaking voice, she whispered,“Mrs. Hills… she’s my aunt.”My breath caught. “Your, what?”She nodded, eyes dropping to the floor. “My mother’s elder sister. The one who raised me after my father left.”I blinked, trying to process her words. “You mean the same Mrs. Hills who practically ran the Carter mansion? The one who”“Yes,” Ruby cut in quietly. “The

“Breaking news?” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. Ruby’s phone was already buzzing on the table, the TV screen behind her flickering to life.“Turn it up,” I said.She fumbled for the remote, hands trembling. The reporter’s voice sliced through the room like glass. “The Carter Corporation faces public outrage this morning after an anonymous source leaked confidential footage showing a heated altercation between the three Carter brothers and an unidentified woman believed to be close to the family…”My stomach flipped. The video appeared on screen, grainy but clear enough. Them. Zane, Liam, and Kai. Standing in the company’s parking lot under flashing lights, shouting at someone who looked like… me.“No,” I breathed, shaking my head so hard my vision blurred. “That’s impossible. That night never”Ruby’s eyes widened, horror flashing across her face. “Lena,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That’s you.”The words hit me like a slap. My throat tightened as I turned toward the

“Who’s there?” I whispered, my voice barely a breath.The silence that followed was so deep, I could hear the ocean crashing beyond the cliffs. My fingers tightened around the door handle, heart pounding like it wanted out of my chest. I waited, ten seconds, twenty, but no answer came.Slowly, I twisted the knob and pulled.The hallway was empty. Just a flickering bulb, peeling wallpaper, and the faint hum of the old vending machine near the stairs. The air smelled of rain and rust.I swallowed hard, stepping out. “Hello?”No one replied.But something felt off. Like the silence itself was watching me.I turned back to my room, and that’s when I noticed it, the faint outline of a bootprint on the wooden floor, just beyond the doorway. Not mine. Larger. Heavier. Fresh.My pulse raced.I shut the door quickly and locked it again, pressing my back against it, chest heaving. My eyes darted to the bed, to the note still lying there, mocking me from the pillow:You can change your name, b