All Chapters of Blueprint Of My Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I read the sentence again, If anything happens to me keep Soren Calder away from my daughter. My father's handwriting and my father's warning.And Soren Calder was standing three feet away from me. “What happened between you and my father because am not leaving until you tell me," Soren didn't answer, I looked at him, he let out a short breath, “you're supposed to start work Monday,” my grip hardened around the paper, “did my father hate you and why did he write this?” Soren's eyes dropped to the note, “because he had a reason.”I stared at him, “you expect me to believe that?” His calmness irritated me more than an argument would have, I pushed the paper toward him. “Then tell me what you do know. ”Soren picked it up, “my father and yours were partners.”“You said they worked together," I asked.He sat up properly closer, “they did more than that.” I waited, but he didn't continue, “that's it?”He leaned back to his sit again, “for today," I almost laughed, “there's nothing normal ab

For a second I forgot how to breathe, I stared at Soren, waiting for him to take the words back, he didn't. My father's death had never been something I questioned.Eight years ago, I was told there was an accident, I had accepted it because I was young, because my mother had been shattered, because there had been nothing else to believe, now Soren stood in my father's study and was tearing that certainty apart with four words, “what happened to him?” Soren's eyes moved to the photograph in my hand, “your father was dying before the accident."My forhead creased, “that doesn't make sense because my father wasn't sick,” Soren stepped closer, “you didn't know everything about his health,” I shook my head, “no, I would've known.” Soren's gaze held mine, “would you?” The question hurt more than it should have, I looked away.My father had always been private, even when I was young, there had been parts of his life I wasn't allowed near, business meetings behind closed doors, phone calls h

The words beneath the photograph refused to leave my mind, he was there when he died. My father's handwriting, my father's photograph and warning, and standing beside him was Marcus Holloway."Who is he?"Soren took the photograph from my hand, but instead of answering immediately, he stared at it. His thumb moving slowly across the edge. "Marcus worked with our fathers."I waited, his eyes never left the photograph. Something had changed, his shoulders looked heavier, his expression had lost that familiar calmness. Frustration settled heavily inside me, another answer, another secret. I looked back at the picture, "he interviewed me after my father's death." His head lifted immediately, "what?"I folded my arms against my chest, "he came to our house after the funeral." For the first time, his expression cracked, he looked genuinely surprised. "What did he want?"I closed my eyes for a moment, the memory returned slowly. Relatives filled the house, my mother sat in the living room sur

The sentence followed me across the room, my father's handwriting and warning, and my mother's face turning pale the moment she saw the photograph.Rain tapped against the windows while the old clock in the hallway continued ticking.No one spoke, I looked at the picture again, my father, my mother Soren's father and Marcus Holloway. Four people standing together, four people connected by a secret that had survived for eight years. "Mom..."She lowered her eyes, I waited for to her speak she said nothing. I looked at Soren, he stood near the door, unusually quiet. That silence unsettled me, atleast he knew something, maybe not everything, but enough.I placed the photograph on the bed, "how do you know Marcus Holloway?"My mom's fingers brushing over the edge of the picture. The movement was slow, almost careful, as if she were touching a memory she didn't want to revisit."I know him." The answer left me stunned, no explanation, no denial. Just two words.Rain began falling harder

The hallway lights went out, darkness swallowed everything. For one second, I couldn't move. My phone flashlight shook in my hand as my eyes remained fixed on the open office door. The shadow was still there, watching."Soren..."His hand closed around my wrist. "Stay behind me." His voice was calm, but there was something beneath it that made my pulse race. The figure moved, one step and another as my heart slammed against my ribs."Soren."He took my phone from my hand and lifted the light toward the doorway. Nothing was there, the hallway was empty. I stared at the open door. ”No.”I knew what I had seen. Someone had been standing there. Someone I didn't know. Could it be the person sending the anonymous messages?I stepped forward, Soren's hand stopped me. "Don't."Frustration rose inside me. "Someone was there.""I know," he said.The answer came quietly, I looked at him. For once, he wasn't arguing, he wasn't dismissing me, but he believed me. The office suddenly felt smaller, t