Todos los capítulos de Heartlock “Millions are watching…but only one heart is real.: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The archive door slammed shut.The sound echoed through the underground room like an explosion.Nobody moved.Nobody spoke.The flashing emergency lights painted everything red.Red walls.Red files.Red faces.Red secrets.Selena stared at the screen.At the sentence that had shattered everything she thought she knew.SELECTED CHILD WILL ENTER THE PROGRAM WHEN THE TIME COMES.The words refused to disappear.They felt permanent now.Burned into her memory.Into her life.Into every question she had ever asked about HeartLock.She barely heard Nova tugging at the locked door.Barely noticed Ethan helping.Barely saw Bianca pacing nervously behind them.Because her eyes remained fixed on the file.The file that shouldn’t exist.The file that proved someone had been watching her long before she ever entered HeartLock.Long before Hope died.Long before any of this began.Cassian stepped closer.His voice was low.Careful.“Selena.”She didn’t answer.Because she didn’t know how.The arch

“Good evening, Selena.”The voice echoed through the darkness.Calm.Controlled.Terrifying.Nobody moved.Nobody breathed.The archive remained completely black except for the faint glow of emergency lights beginning to activate along the floor.Red lights.Cold lights.The kind that made everything feel dangerous.Selena’s pulse hammered in her ears.Because after weeks of files, secrets, recordings, and warnings—the Director was finally here.Not a name.Not a rumor.Not a shadow.Here.Jonathan Vale looked frozen.Actually frozen.Selena had never seen him look afraid before.Not when Hope’s videos appeared.Not when Richard Hale was exposed.Not even when Project HeartLock began collapsing.But now—he looked terrified.And that alone told her everything she needed to know.The emergency lights flickered.Once.Twice.Three times.Then footsteps echoed from the corridor.Slow.Measured.Unhurried.Like a man entering a room he already owned.Cassian stepped closer to Selena.Ins

Nobody spoke for several seconds.The final words of Hope’s recording still echoed through the archive.“Don’t trust the person who finds this first.”Every eye remained fixed on Cassian.Selena felt her stomach twist.Because Hope was right.Cassian had been the first person.The first person to receive the evidence.The first person to know she was investigating HeartLock.The first person connected to the night she died.Cassian looked exhausted.Not angry.Not defensive.Just exhausted.Like he’d known this moment would eventually come.Nova was the first to break the silence.“Well,” she muttered, “that’s not suspicious at all.”Bianca shot her a look.“This isn’t helping.”“No, but I’m panicking.”Nobody blamed her.Selena turned toward Cassian.“Tell me she’s not talking about you.”The words came out softer than she intended.Because a part of her still wanted him to deny it.To explain it.To make it make sense.Cassian met her gaze.“I don’t know.”The answer hurt more than

If you expose HeartLock during the broadcast, Cassian dies first.Selena read the message twice.Then three times.The words didn’t change.They remained there.Cold.Simple.Terrifying.Across the room, the countdown continued ticking.01:42:18One hour and forty-two minutes until the live finale.Nobody noticed Selena’s expression.Nobody except Cassian.Of course.He immediately walked toward her.“What happened?”Selena quickly locked the screen.“Nothing.”The lie sounded terrible.Cassian noticed.Immediately.But before he could ask again, Orion suddenly stood up.“The network just emailed us.”Everyone looked at him.Nova groaned.“Please tell me HeartLock finally died.”Orion shook his head.“Not yet.”Nobody liked that answer.At all.Orion looked pale.Actually pale.“They moved the broadcast forward.”The room froze.“What?” Bianca asked.Orion checked his phone again.“The finale starts in thirty minutes.”Silence.Complete silence.Thirty minutes?The countdown on every

Nobody spoke after the investigator’s announcement.The person who saw Hope after Cassian.The person connected to her final hours.The person the driver had identified.Was inside the villa.Selena felt her heartbeat quicken.For weeks she had searched for answers.For years she had lived with questions.Now one of those questions was standing somewhere under the same roof.The investigator checked her phone.“We’re bringing the witness here.”Cassian frowned.“The driver?”She nodded.“He insisted.”Nova looked exhausted.“Of course he did.”Nobody laughed.The situation was too serious.The investigator continued.“He says he’ll only speak if everyone involved is present.”Selena immediately disliked that.People who waited three years to talk rarely delivered simple answers.Still, if he truly knew something about Hope’s last night, she needed to hear it.Whatever it cost.Back inside the mansion, tension filled every room.News coverage continued playing across multiple televisio