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Zane’s silence cut deeper than accusation ever could.For a moment, no one breathed. The only sound was the steady hum of the air conditioning and the faint rustle of Liam flipping through the printed report again, his brow furrowed in disbelief.Then his voice broke the silence. “Every leak, every unauthorized access… it all traces back to your credentials, Lena. Your terminal, your clearance level.”My throat went dry. “That’s not possible.”Zane didn’t look up. His hand was gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white. “Are you saying the logs were forged?”I turned to him sharply. “You think I did this?”He didn’t answer, not immediately. That hesitation was enough to make my heart twist painfully.Liam exhaled, dropping the report onto the desk with a heavy thud. “We’re not accusing anyone yet. But if this data is accurate, someone inside is using Lena’s system access as a front. Either that, or—”“Or she’s playing both sides again,” Kai muttered from the doorway, his voice low

For the first time in months, the mansion felt quiet.Too quiet.The Marvells had fallen, the headlines had finally stopped dragging my name through mud, and the Carter empire stood taller than ever. Everyone called it a victory.But deep down, I knew better.Peace was just another form of waiting.That night, I stayed in the study long after midnight, scrolling through endless reports and encrypted logs, pretending the silence didn’t feel foreign.Zane found me there. He didn’t say much, just stood at the door, his expression unreadable.“Lena,” he murmured, his voice softer than I’d heard in weeks. “It’s done. You don’t have to keep fighting ghosts.”Maybe he was right. Or maybe he was one of them.When I finally followed him upstairs, it wasn’t love that pulled me, it was exhaustion. The kind that comes after too many wars, too many lies.And yet, when our eyes met, the air between us cracked.It wasn’t peaceful that night. It was a surrender. Raw, temporary, and dangerous.Like

After that night, the night I saw her, I stopped talking.Not out of choice, but because I didn’t know how to explain what I’d seen without sounding insane.How could I tell them that my reflection had stepped out of the shadows?That I had looked into a face that wasn’t mine — but was?So, I isolated myself.The brothers noticed, of course. How could they not? I skipped breakfast, ignored meetings, and spent hours in the greenhouse behind the mansion, the only place that still felt mine.The roses had wilted, but the daisies Mrs. Alden once gave me still bloomed, fragile and stubborn. She used to say flowers were like people, they only survived storms if someone cared enough to stay.That morning, I was kneeling in the dirt, hands buried in the soil, when I heard footsteps behind me.“Kai,” I said softly, without turning.He didn’t answer, just crouched beside me. I could feel his eyes on me, steady, quiet, the kind of silence that didn’t demand explanations.He stayed while I wo

The storm didn’t end that night.It just grew louder, like the sky itself was warning us.Thunder rolled through the walls of the mansion, shaking the glass chandeliers above us. Rain slammed against the windows hard enough to sound like fists pounding to get in. The lights flickered again, shadows stretching across the marble floor like something alive.Kai was still beside me, his hand brushing mine. His breath was uneven, like he was trying to hold back every instinct screaming at him to move faster.Then “Lena,” he said suddenly, his tone sharp. “Listen.”I froze.At first, all I heard was the storm. But then… a sound came from deeper inside the west wing, faint, mechanical, distorted. A voice.My voice. “Access granted. Welcome back, Lena.”The words echoed through the corridor, playing over the speaker system like a recording pulled from the grave.Kai and I exchanged a look, then ran.The control room door was open.That should’ve been impossible, Zane had locked it after th

“Don’t you dare touch her again!”Liam’s voice tore through the darkness like thunder, echoing off the cold marble walls of the hall.My body went rigid, breath sharp and shallow. Kai’s arm was still around me, his palm pressed against the small of my back, steady, protective, *too close.* His warmth clashed with the icy air around us, the only thing grounding me after what I’d just seen, her face again, inches from mine, smiling through the flicker of red light before disappearing into the dark.Somewhere behind the buzzing lights, a monitor clicked and a distorted voice murmured my name, the syllables warped and wrong. “Authorization: Lena Carter.”My jaw tightened so hard it hurt. I stepped forward, voice low and cold. “It’s Daniels. Lena Daniels. Not Carter.”The sound of my name, said properly, should have steadied me. It didn’t. But saying it aloud felt like pulling a thread through the fog, a small, stubborn anchor in a house that kept trying to pull me under.Kai turned slowl