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The dim light hanging from the ceiling swayed slightly, casting long, restless shadows across the cold floor of the warehouse.Caleb remained tied to the chair, his body aching from the brutal beating he had taken earlier. Blood had dried at the corner of his mouth, and his ribs burned each time he inhaled. But the pain in his body did nothing to reduce the fire in his eyes as he stared at the man standing before him.Nathan Mills walked forward slowly, his polished shoes echoing faintly in the empty space.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Nathan stopped a few feet away from Caleb and studied him carefully. His expression remained calm, almost detached, as though he were observing an experiment rather than a man who had just been beaten unconscious.Caleb let out a slow breath.“So this is how you handle conversations now?” he said hoarsely.Nathan tilted his head slightly. “You walked into a trap,” he replied calmly. “That was your decision.”Caleb gave a faint, bitter laugh. “Yo

The afternoon sunlight streamed softly through the tall windows of Charlotte’s apartment, but the warmth it carried did nothing to calm the storm of thoughts running through her mind. She sat quietly on the couch, staring at the untouched cup of tea on the table before her. The liquid had long gone cold, yet she had not even realized it.Everything she had learned over the past few days kept replaying in her head. The revelation that Johnson Dean wasn't her biological father had shaken her far more than she had expected. Even though she had spent most of her life feeling like an outsider in the Dean household, the confirmation that she did not truly belong there had opened a wound she did not know how to close.Megan’s tearful confession had only made it worse. Charlotte had walked out of the mansion that night feeling as though the entire foundation of her life had suddenly disappeared beneath her feet. Every childhood memory, every moment she had spent trying to prove herself wor

Caleb sat in his car outside Charlotte’s apartment building, staring at the dark windows above him. The quiet street around him seemed almost too calm, as though the city had no idea that something was terribly wrong.He had searched the apartment three times already.Charlotte’s handbag had been left on the table. It appeared she was about leaving the house in a hurry. The front door had been locked from the outside, which meant she had left willingly or at least believed she was going somewhere safe.But she hadn't returned.The uneasy feeling that had started in his chest earlier had now grown into something far heavier.Charlotte was missing.And deep down, Caleb already had a terrifying suspicion about who might be responsible.Nathan Mills.Caleb leaned forward slightly, gripping the steering wheel as he tried to think clearly. If Nathan truly had something to do with Charlotte’s disappearance, then time was already working against him.Nathan was not the kind of man who made c

“You shouldn’t have come here, Mr. Briggs.”Nathan’s voice carried across the quiet office with an almost casual calm as he slowly shook his head. The expression on his face showed neither fear nor urgency, only a faint disappointment, as though he were watching someone make a foolish mistake that could have easily been avoided.“I freed you last time because I wanted you to live,” Nathan continued evenly. “But you turned out to be so stupid that you didn’t realize when it was time to stop.”Caleb’s jaw tightened instantly. His grip on the gun grew firmer as he kept the weapon trained squarely on Nathan’s chest. The quiet confidence in Nathan’s voice only made the anger boiling inside him burn hotter.“Cut the bullshit!” Caleb snapped sharply. His voice echoed off the polished walls of the large office. “Where’s Charlotte? Where is she?!”Nathan simply watched Caleb in silence, studying him with the same calm patience one might use when observing a restless animal.The stillness of th

The funeral ground was already filled by the time Charlotte arrived.Rows of black chairs stretched across the open space, all occupied by people dressed in dark clothing, their faces arranged into expressions of sympathy and quiet sorrow. Some stood in small clusters, whispering to one another, while others sat still, their eyes fixed on the casket placed at the center beneath a white canopy.The air felt heavy.Not just with grief, but with something else Charlotte could not quite name.Familiar faces were everywhere. Friends, extended family members, business associates, and even those who had once distanced themselves from the Deans when things began to fall apart. People who had watched from afar when the family struggled to rebuild themselves were now present, offering condolences and shaking heads as though they had always cared.Charlotte noticed them.Every single one of them.But she said nothing.Her expression remained blank, her emotions buried beneath layers of exhaust