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“The authorities are requesting statements.” ⸻ Aaron didn’t look away from Victor. “Give them access to everything.” ⸻ Victor’s eyes narrowed instantly. ⸻ Aaron continued coldly. “Every archive.” A pause. “Every account.” Another pause. “And every name connected to this.” ⸻ Edward looked toward him sharply. “Aaron—” ⸻ “No.” Aaron’s voice hardened. “This family buried too much already.” ⸻ Silence settled heavily again. Because nobody could argue with him anymore.

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

Aaron's expression darkened, "Do as I say. Once I become the president, you will have all the wealth of the world at your feet. You can even lead Bennet Medicine if you want." I let out a breath of disbelief, "Did you promise the same things to Eliza too? You are really delusional, aren’t you? I will win over Bennet Medicine with my own merit and I don’t need any of your dirty money. Now get out of my room." Aaron exhaled sharply clearly frustrated, "Why are you so stubborn?" He abruptly stood up and came too close to me, "I know a secret you would do anything hear. Did it never cross your mind that your mother's car accident might have been a planned murder?" Aaron said coldly.

I pushed open my bedroom door, ready to collapse into the safety of my bed, but the air in the room felt heavy. And no, it had nothing to do with the fact that I had left the AC off. It had everything to do with Aaron lounging on my bed. He looked entirely too comfortable on top of it, his dark presence likr a stain on my white duvet. He was wearing a leather jacket , one boot hooked over his knee as he scrolled through a book on my nightstand. He grinned when he lifted his head and our eyes met. “Hey.”

"Ivy." "The life that should have been mine." Aurora closed her eyes briefly. Not because she was afraid. But because Aaron was still doing the same thing. Blaming everyone except himself. Darius took the letter back. "He's becoming more unstable." Aurora nodded. Because the letter proved one thing. Aaron wasn't after money. He wasn't after the company. He wasn't after power. He was chasing something far more dangerous. The past. And people who lived entirely in the past were often impossible to predict.