All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me Back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena's fingers tightened around the black envelope.The photograph had been taken inside Damian's mansion. She was standing by the garden that afternoon, completely unaware that someone had been watching her.A chill ran down her spine."This... this was taken today."Damian nodded, his face grim."Yes.""Who could have done this?""I don't know."His answer only made Elena more uneasy.If Damian Blackwood, a man surrounded by guards and advanced security systems, didn't know who had entered his estate, then whoever was behind this wasn't ordinary.The head of security hurried over."Mr. Blackwood, we've searched the entire property. No one was found."Damian's jaw tightened."What about the security cameras?""They were disabled for exactly six minutes.""Six minutes?""Yes, sir."Damian cursed under his breath.The culprit had planned everything well. They knew where the cameras were.They knew when the guards changed shifts.Most importantly...They knew Elena was here.Damian tu

Adrian arrived at Sterling Technologies much later than usual.When Elena was around, she always made sure he was ready before leaving for work. She would prepare his outfit, pack his lunch, and remind him of his meetings. Before he even got into his car, a text from her would appear on his phone."Have a good day."It had become part of his daily routine.Today, there was nothing.The silence on his phone felt strange.As soon as he entered his office, his secretary placed a cup of coffee on his desk."Your coffee, sir.""Thank you."Adrian took a sip.He frowned immediately.It didn't taste right.For a moment, he remembered Elena standing in the kitchen every morning, carefully making his coffee exactly the way he liked it.It was such a small thing.Yet somehow, no one else could get it right.He placed the cup back on the desk, suddenly losing his appetite.Without realizing it, his mood worsened.Throughout the morning, every employee who walked into his office noticed the chang

Damian remained still, his phone still pressed against his ear.A dead man?It didn't make sense.He ended the call and immediately headed for the security room.The head of security was already waiting for him.On the large monitor was a copy of the fingerprint report."We ran the test three times, sir," the man said. "The results were the same."Damian studied the report.The name printed on the file made his expression darken."Are you certain?""Yes, sir.""The fingerprints belong to Victor Hale."Damian's eyes narrowed.Victor Hale.Five years ago, the police had confirmed that Victor died in a warehouse fire. The case had been closed, and everyone believed he was gone."If these results are correct," Damian said, "then someone lied.""Or someone wants us to believe he's alive," the security chief replied.Damian folded the report."Dig into the old case again.""Every witness.""Every report.""I want everything.""Yes, sir."Upstairs, Elena stood on the balcony outside her room

The atmosphere inside Blackwood Mansion gradually returned to normal.The guards remained alert, but the panic from the previous night had settled. Damian had ordered everyone to carry on with their duties as usual.Fear was exactly what their enemy wanted.He refused to give them that satisfaction.Elena walked into the dining room that morning, surprised to see Damian already having breakfast.He looked up when she entered."Good morning.""Good morning," she replied with a small smile.Mrs. Harper placed another plate on the table."You should eat while it's still warm."Elena nodded and sat down.For a few minutes, they ate in silence.Then Damian broke it."I've been thinking."Elena looked at him."You've been staying here for weeks now."She lowered her eyes."I know.""I don't want to be a burden."Damian put down his fork."I never said you were.""But I don't want you to feel trapped either."She looked at him, confused."What do you mean?""I think it's time you started liv

Damian noticed that Elena was still thinking about the little girl in the photograph.She stood in front of the bookshelf, her eyes fixed on the old frame.Finally, she broke the silence."Why did your expression change when I asked about the little girl?" she asked. "You've been avoiding my question."Damian looked at her."Have I?""You looked shocked when I picked up the photograph."He remained silent for a moment before replying."Not shocked... surprised."Elena frowned."What's the difference?""Because I don't know who she is."She stared at him in confusion."You don't?"Damian walked over to the shelf and gently picked up the photograph. His fingers brushed away a thin layer of dust."My parents were deeply involved in charity work," he began. "Years ago, they sponsored several children's homes. This picture was taken during one of those visits."He paused, his eyes lingering on the little girl."A few days after this photograph was taken, she disappeared."Elena's eyes wide