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ANIYA’S POVThe old house looked exactly the way I remembered it.That was what frightened me most.The iron gates were covered with rust, the once-perfect garden had become overgrown, and several windows were boarded up. Yet beneath the years of neglect, I could still recognize the place where I had grown up.The place where my father had raised me.The place where every memory I had of my childhood began.KC parked the car outside the gate and turned off the engine.Neither of us moved.The message was still open on my phone.Come before midnight.It was almost eleven.“We shouldn’t be here,” KC said.I looked at him.“You’re the one who said we were going.”“I said we should find out who sent the message. I didn’t say walking into this house alone was a good idea.”“I won’t be alone.”His eyes met mine.“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”I reached for the door.KC caught my wrist.“Aniya.”I looked at his hand.He released me immediately.“Stay close to me.”I nodded.We step

ANIYA’S POVFor several seconds, nobody moved.Corbin stood at the entrance with several men behind him, his eyes fixed on the necklace in my hand.Not on me.Not on KC.The necklace.And somehow, that scared me more than anything else.“You found it,” he repeated.I tightened my grip.“What do you know about it?”Corbin’s jaw clenched.“Enough to know that you shouldn’t have it.”KC stepped forward.“You’re not taking another step.”Corbin looked at him.“This isn’t about you, Sterling.”“Everything involving Aniya is about me.”Something flashed across Corbin’s face.Jealousy.Anger.Maybe both.But it disappeared almost immediately.“You still don’t understand what you’re dealing with.”KC didn’t move.“Then explain.”Corbin glanced behind him.“We don’t have time.”“Make time.”A loud crash came from outside.Everyone turned.One of the men near the entrance rushed back inside.“They’re here.”Corbin’s expression changed.“Already?”“Yes. Three cars.”KC’s eyes narrowed.“Who?”Th

ANIYA’S POVMy father’s voice echoed through the hidden room.Don’t trust anyone.I stared at the small speaker built into the wall, my heart pounding.The recording continued.Not even the people standing beside you.The message ended.Silence followed.Nobody spoke.I slowly turned around.KC was watching me.So was Corbin.My mother stood near the wall, her face pale.For the first time, I noticed how tense everyone looked.“What did he mean?” I asked.Nobody answered.I looked at KC first.“Do you know?”He shook his head.“No.”I turned to Corbin.“What about you?”His expression tightened.“I’ve never heard that recording.”I looked at my mother.She lowered her eyes.“You knew.”My voice became quieter.“You knew about this.”She shook her head quickly.“No. I didn’t.”“Then why are you scared?”“Because I know your father.”She stepped closer.“He never trusted easily. If he left a warning like that, then he must have discovered something before he died.”“What?”“I don’t know

ANIYA’S POVI couldn’t look away from the photograph.KC stood beside my father.Both of them were younger.My father looked tense, his attention focused somewhere beyond the camera. KC stood a few feet away, dressed in dark clothes, his face harder and more serious than I had ever seen it.But that wasn’t what terrified me.It was the third person in the photograph.A man standing behind them.His face was partially hidden by the shadows, but there was something about him that felt familiar.I zoomed in.My breath caught.I knew him.I had seen his face before.At one of Corbin’s business events.At the award ceremony.And recently, outside my fashion company’s headquarters.“Who is that?” I whispered.KC took the phone from my hand.His expression changed the moment he saw the photograph.“You know him.”He didn’t answer.“KC.”He stared at the screen.“That man was there that night.”My stomach dropped.“You said you didn’t know who attacked your father and mine.”“I didn’t.”“But

ANIYA’S POVFor a moment, I couldn’t breathe.I stood frozen in the middle of the warehouse, staring at the man in front of me.My father.He looked older.Much older than the man I remembered from my childhood photographs.There were gray strands scattered through his hair, faint scars along his jaw, and exhaustion written across his face.But his eyes were the same.Those were the eyes I remembered.The eyes that had watched me take my first steps.The eyes that had smiled whenever I called him Daddy.The eyes I had spent years trying to remember.“Dad?”My voice broke.He took one hesitant step toward me.“Aniya.”That was all it took.I ran to him.His arms wrapped around me immediately.I buried my face against his chest and finally allowed myself to cry.Years of grief came rushing out at once.“You’re alive.”My father held me tighter.“Yes, sweetheart.”“You’re alive.”“I am.”I pulled away just enough to look at his face.“Why?”His expression crumbled.“I had no choice.”“Yo