All Chapters of Blueprint Of My Heart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

I kept staring at the words long after Mara stopped speaking. Ask Lyssndra. The office had gone quiet around us, the plans were still spread across the desk, the old memo was still beneath my hand. Somewhere beyond the closed door, I could hear people moving through the corridor, phones ringing, footsteps passing. But nothing felt normal anymore. My mother knew something. I did not know how much, I did not know why she had kept it from me. And that fears me more than the thought of another hidden document. I folded the memo carefully and placed it back inside the file. “I need to see my mother, am going to see her.” Mara watched me.“You are sure?” I could hear the concern in her voice. “No,” I admitted, forcing the words out. “But I need to know why my mother's name is on this.” Soren picked up the file before I could reach for it. “Then we will go together.” I looked at him. “You do not have to.” He held the file against his side. “I knew, but I am coming anyway.” Something

I kept my fingers on the word carved inside the box. BEGIN.For a moment, I could not move. My father's handwriting was no longer on the page, but somehow, everything inside that box felt like he was still leading me somewhere. I lowered the lid carefully, then looked down at the silver key resting in my palm.My mother was still sitting across from me, her hands folded together. Soren stood beside the table, watching me without rushing me.“What are you thinking?” he asked.I turned the key between my fingers. “That my father expected me to find this.” My voice came out softer than I intended.Soren pulled out a chair and sat down. “Then we should figure out what he wanted you to find first.” I placed the key beside the notebook and opened it again.The pages were covered with measurements, rough drawings, dates, and notes written in my father's familiar handwriting. I started turning the pages one after another.The eastern section appeared repeatedly. Measurements, walls, support bea

By the time we reached my apartment, the sky was beginning to turn grey. I placed the metal container on the table and spread the papers around it. The photograph of my father, Leontes, and Dorian stayed in the middle. I kept looking at it. Three men who had known something was wrong, three men who had tried to protect something. And now I was holding the pieces they had left behind.Soren pulled out a chair and sat across from me. “You should sleep, Nyla. Get some rest, you have been awake all night”I shook my head. “I can't for now.” I picked up the financial records again.“There is something about this sentence that I cannot ignore.”Soren leaned forward.“Which one?”I turned the paper toward him. The person who ordered the changes was not the person who controlled the money. He read it again. “We need to separate those two things.”I brought the original eastern plan closer and placed the newer version beside it.”I was thinking the same “My pencil moved across the drawings.“This

The corridor leading to Leontes Calder's old office was almost empty when Soren unlocked the door. I stood behind him, watching the key turn in the lock.For some reason, I had expected something dramatic. Instead, the door opened with a quiet click. Soren stepped inside first. I followed, holding my bag against my side.The office smelled of old paper and wood. Dust had gathered along the edges of the shelves, but the desk was still standing exactly where it had probably been for yearsSoren stopped near the entrance. He did not move. I watched him looking across the room. “You remember this place,” I said.He nodded.“My father used to work here late.” His voice was quieter than before.“When I was a child, I would sometimes sit outside that door waiting for him.”I looked toward the hallway behind us.“You waited for him?”“Sometimes for an hour,” he said. He gave a faint smile that disappeared almost immediately.“He always told me he would be out in ten minutes.” I could picture it.

I kept staring at the message on my phone. The words were still there.You are asking about Elias Maren. Stop.My hand had gone cold around the phone. The second message sat beneath it.Your father ignored the first warning too. Do not make the same mistake.Someone knew what we were doing and not guessing. The word settled in my chest like something heavier than it should have been. I locked my phone and slipped it into my bag."We cannot stay here," Soren said.I nodded. My throat was too tight to answer him out loud. He stepped into the corridor, and I followed, keeping close as we walked toward the elevator. Neither of us spoke until the doors opened.Inside, Soren pressed the button for the ground floor. The doors closed. "You are thinking about Elias," he said."I am thinking about whoever sent that message.""So am I," I replied. I folded my arms. I needed something to hold onto, even if it was only myself. "They knew about my father. They knew we were looking into Elias. 88Th