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Vivian disappeared before the first guest arrived. There were no alarms. No raised voices. No hurried footsteps echoing down corridors. Just absence. The room she had been moved into earlier that afternoon was spotless. Too spotless. The chair sat perfectly aligned with the table. The blanket folded with deliberate care. Even the glass of water by the bedside remained untouched, condensation drying into a faint ring like the ghost of a presence. The camera feed went dark at precisely six forty two. Not cut.

His earliest message was sent right around the time I discovered Stella was missing. Back then, I had been too frantic to check them. Remembering my family’s strange disappearance, all my pent-up emotions came crashing down. I hugged him and began to sob incoherently. “What do I do? I can’t get through to my mom! “They went into the washroom, and then they just vanished!” Jesse glanced at my phone screen. He looked like he wanted to say something, but hesitated. “Isn’t this your secondary number? “Why would you call your own number?”

He saw it too. Neither needed to explain. A person planning a new life packed carefully. A person running packed fast. And Vivian looked like she had been running. The question remained from what. Later that night, after several additional calls from Damian, the situation became even stranger. Nobody could locate Vivian. Not her assistants. Not former colleagues. Not friends. Nothing. The woman had seemingly vanished. The realization disturbed Ava more than she expected. Because people did not disappear without reason. At least not people like Vivian.

(Kai’s POV) “I’m going to get you some water,” she said, standing quickly. “I’ll be back.” Those were some of the last words I heard from Vivian—words I clung to, replayed, and tried to decode. She vanished after that, like smoke drifting through my fingers. She didn't visit me in the hospital the next day. She didn't return to the penthouse. Not a text, not a call. It was as if she had never existed.

I held back the sting in my chest and forced a sheepish smile. "No, sweetie. I was just clumsy and bumped into someone." That seemed to ease his worry a little. He wanted to say something else. But before he could, we heard the front door open. Ethan was home. I straightened instinctively. Theo quietly gripped my hand. His palm was damp with sweat. We both turned toward the door and froze. Ethan had actually come home empty-handed. Yes, there was nothing in his hand. Just like that, my heart plummeted from soaring hope into a freezing abyss. I instinctively looked at Theo.

“Grayson plays long games. Makes you think you’re choosing but he’s already moved your next three steps.” Ava leaned in, her voice low. “What’s Clause 17, Vanessa? What happens if I don’t follow it?” Vanessa’s gaze sharpened. “You disappear. Not violently. Not loudly. He’s too calculated for that. But emotionally? Socially? Professionally? You vanish. People stop calling. Brands stop replying. Friends ghost you without reason. You watch your life dissolve and can’t prove who pulled the string.” Ava’s fingers curled around her coffee cup. “I didn’t sign Clause 17.”

“Other than catching him red-handed at the docks late last night? Not much. Said he wasn’t alone though. Something inside me stiffened. “Who was he with?” “That’s the problem.” Vaughn exhaled, shaking his head. “They tracked her for a stretch, but the trail cut off. She doesn’t exist on any of our systems. Not on the grid, not on the cameras. It’s like she vanished.” That cold edge inside me sharpened. “Vanished, or covered?” “Either way,” Vaughn said carefully, “it means she’s trained. Or someone powerful enough doesn’t want her found.”

That Morning Television screens across cafés, waiting rooms, and newsroom offices were lit up with the same headline: “Vania, a renowned business consultant, disappears under mysterious circumstances.” The reporter spoke with dramatic cadence, while grainy CCTV footage replayed on loop—showing a woman being dragged into a black car. > “Public speculation has erupted. Some claim Vania fled after being accused of leaking Devandra Group’s confidential data. Others argue she is the victim of foul play in the cutthroat rivalry between Devandra and Arga.”

Vanessa had disappeared. The livestream kept going and recorded it all, even the empty spot where she had been. I remained still as officers approached me, hands gentle but firm as they guided me aside. Around us, the auction hall stood exposed, its secrets dragged into the light. And somewhere beyond those walls, Vanessa was already moving again.

She didn't like being kept in the dark. But when she looked at her phone, the news article had vanished. Was it gone? Or was it deleted? Marigold suddenly understood why she hadn't seen anything related to the Bradshaws lately on the news. They were all deleted, which was why she hadn't seen anything and was lied to for so long.