All Chapters of Veil Of A Secret Vow: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The study was completely silent.The video had ended, but its echo still lingered in the air like a heavy fog that refused to clear.Elyra stood beside Zevarion’s desk, her arms folded tightly across her chest as if she were trying to steady herself.On the laptop screen, the paused frame still showed Victor Fernandez Vale’s face.Calm.Confident.Dangerously composed.Zevarion hadn’t moved for nearly a full minute.His expression was unreadable, but Elyra could feel the tension radiating from him like heat from a flame.Finally, he closed the laptop.The soft click sounded louder than it should have.Neither of them spoke at first.Elyra knew this wasn’t easy for him.Victor wasn’t just another executive in the company. He was family. Someone Zevarion had grown up with, trusted for years.And now that same man had just appeared in a video discussing secret financial movements behind Zevarion’s back.“Videos can be edited,” Zevarion said quietly.Elyra looked at him.“You think it’s f

The security room suddenly felt smaller.Elyra stared at the frozen image on the monitor, trying to make sense of the face staring back at her. The picture wasn’t perfectly clear, but it was enough to recognize him.The man looked tense, his head slightly turned toward the elevator camera just before the lights had gone out.Zevarion stood beside her, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the screen.“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.Elyra nodded slowly.“I’ve seen him before.”“Where?”“In the finance department,” she replied. “A few days ago… when I went to check the transaction reports.”Zevarion didn’t say anything for a moment.The technician sitting at the desk looked between them nervously.“Sir, we can try to enhance the image more, but the camera lost focus right after this frame.”“That’s fine,” Zevarion said calmly. “Send this file to my office.”“Yes, sir.”As they walked out of the security room, Elyra felt the tension building again.If the man in the video really worked i

Morning arrived quietly over the Vale estate, but for Elyra Sol, the calm felt fragile—like thin glass that could shatter with a single touch.She had slept poorly.The events of the previous night still lingered in her mind: the hacked servers, Daniel’s cryptic words, and the unsettling realization that someone within the Vale empire was pulling invisible strings.As she stepped into the kitchen, the scent of fresh coffee filled the air. The estate staff moved about with quiet efficiency, their routines unchanged despite the storm brewing behind the walls of Valeon Group.Elyra wrapped her fingers around a warm cup and stared out the tall window toward the garden.Someone had planned this carefully.The sabotage inside the company wasn’t random. The repeated financial discrepancies, the manipulated reports, the server breach—each piece felt like part of a larger puzzle.And the most unsettling thought of all was this: the trap wasn’t meant for the company.It was meant for Zevarion.

The warehouse slowly returned to its usual rhythm.Workers moved around the fallen crates, lifting broken wood and stacking the salvageable boxes again. Forklifts hummed across the concrete floor, and the sharp smell of dust and metal lingered faintly in the air.But for Elyra Sol, the tension from the accident hadn’t faded.She stood near the loading area, arms folded loosely, watching the workers repair the damaged stack.Her mind kept replaying the moment.The crates tipping.The sudden shout.And Zevarion pulling her back just before they crashed.“You’re staring at the floor like it insulted you.”The quiet voice came from behind her.Elyra turned slightly.Zevarion Vale stood a few steps away, hands in his pockets, observing the scene with his usual calm composure.“I’m thinking,” she said.“About the accident?”“Yes.”She glanced again at the broken support beam lying on the ground.“That bolt didn’t loosen on its own.”Zevarion followed her gaze.“No, it didn’t.”“So someone r

The night at the Vale estate was unusually quiet.Soft golden lights glowed through the long corridors, and the distant sound of the fountain in the garden echoed faintly through the open windows. Everything looked calm on the surface.But Elyra’s mind refused to rest.She sat at the large desk in the small study room Zevarion had allowed her to use. Several files from Silver Crest Logistics were spread in front of her.Invoices. Shipment records. Internal reports.She ran her fingers slowly across one of the documents, her brows tightening.“Something is wrong here,” she murmured to herself.The shipment dates looked normal.The quantities matched.But one column kept repeating the same coded initials.“F.V.”It appeared again and again in shipments that had unusually high security clearance.Elyra leaned back slightly in her chair.“F.V…” she whispered.A quiet knock came from the open door.She looked up.Zevarion stood there.He had changed from his formal suit into a dark shirt w