LOGINDylan’s POV
The dance made me feel a sense of déjà vu, when Richard and I had just gotten married and the first and only dance we had on our wedding day. It was my past and now, I was feeling a bit sensitive.
“ Are you okay? ”
He asked calmly as his palm, which rested on the lower part of my back, felt a little reassuring. I nodded.
“You know, anyone could tell you’re one of the biggest ladies here.”
I blushed over his shoulder.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Do you think that I am?”
His voice sounded soothing, that all I wanted was for him to say something else, but before I could reply, the music stopped, and we went back to take a seat.
“So, are you here forrrrr….”
“My friend organized the event. I am here for sightseeing and scouting for beautiful ladies.”
My cheeks grew hot, although I did not like the fact that he pluralized them.
“Don’t worry, my eyes are glued to only one lady, and she is sitting right in front of me.”
Oh my God! Is this the goal for tonight? To make me fall in love with him because it might be working.
“You are a smooth talker.”
“One has to be, to make a lot of money. So, Aliya, what do you do?”
I shrugged, “I have a clothing brand and some other things like that, related though. Now that I think about it, we have a fashion showdown coming up next month and I have been preparing all year for it. Maybe you would like to come. I don’t know if that interests you. I would have loved to ask what you.”
“Real estate.”
“Oh…”
“Finance.”
“Wow!”
“Banking, do you want me to go on?” His gaze was intense, as if he was staring into my soul. I shook my head because it felt as if he could read my mind, so it was hard to even doubt him. The smell of his cologne made me wonder what kind it was all day, but I did not want to come off as rude or intrusive.
And as we chatted late into the night, the event ended, and he walked with me outside.
“ Well, I’m afraid I have to leave you here. I would love to get back to my friend. He gets really cranky when I leave him alone to handle things, but thanks to a lovely young woman… He looked me all over, and I smiled as I looked down at my feet. His index finger touched my chin and raised it up.
“Aliya?”
That voice shocked me. I never thought I would hear it again, not anytime soon and not ever. I turned around slowly to come face to face with the handsome devil who had pretended to love me for three years and made me believe a lie before he left me for another woman.
He almost ruined my life. Flashes of how I suffered filled my head.
“Aliya, it really is you.”
He did not even acknowledge the person I was standing with. He just founded in me. I found that very offensive. Dylan stood there, wondering who he was, probably.
I hurriedly grabbed his hand and began to pull him away.
“What are you doing here?”
“You need to listen to me, I just want to talk to you.”
“No, I am not interested in talking to you.”
‘ It doesn’t matter if you are interested or not, but I need to. ”
“Please, don’t ruin today for me, Richard. My day has been going so fine and now, you want to ruin it?”
“I just really need to tell you that I am sorry.”
“For what exactly? For almost ruining my life? For leaving me after showing me what love is or for leaving me for a woman that was supposed to be in your past? Do you know how I was alone all those times? I lost everything and you weren’t there. I am not mad at you actually, but I am happy you are out of my life, so, let’s just be strangers as we have been for the past seven years.”
“No, please. I can explain”
“I am not interested in any explanation you have right now or ever. I have moved on with my life, and you should be happy for me. If you aren’t happy for me, then your apology means nothing to me.”
“You don’t understand. I have tried to look for you all these times. I was unfair to you. I am no longer with her because I realized that I had wronged you, and it would take a long time for you to forgive me, but I know you will eventually.”
The nerve of him to think I would even want to see him or talk to him.
He grabbed my right hand, but it was yanked off by Dylan, who arrived just in time, looking from one of us to the other inquisitively.
“What is going on here?”
“Who are you? It is none of your business.”
“Not at my event, it is.”
“Get your hands off me, I am talking to my wife.”
“Your wife?” Dylan looked at me for confirmation and I shook my head.
“I am not your wife, stop acting crazy, Richard, and just go home. You are wasting your time.”
“What? Is this him? Is this the reason you don’t want to listen to me? Come on.”
I rolled my eyes and wanted to leave, but he tried to stop me again and Dylan shoved him to the back.
“Let go of me!”
I stopped and walked to stand beside Dylan.
“Yes, it is him, it is because of him that I don’t want to see you or talk to you, so now that you know, I am sure you will respect my wish and let it go.”
He shook his head and looked from me to Dylan.
“That is not possible.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, it is. I have moved in with someone else.”
I needed to make it very convincing, so I did the next thing that came to my mind. I grabbed Dylan's head and kissed his lips passionately.
Dylan's POVThe drive back from Blackwater Point unfolded beneath a sky that had finally begun to clear, yetthe silence inside our vehicle carried more weight than the storm clouds that had hovered aboveus earlier that night. Detective Morris rode in the front passenger seat while two officers followedin another vehicle behind us, but none of them attempted to fill the quiet with unnecessaryconversation. Aliya sat beside me in the backseat with her father's journal resting carefully onher lap, her fingers never straying far from the worn leather cover. Every few minutes, sheunconsciously traced the faded initials embossed on its surface as though the simple touchallowed her to remain connected to him. Watching her, I realized that the investigation hadbecome something far more personal than exposing a criminal network; it had become adaughter's final opportunity to understand the father she had lost before she was old enough totruly know him.I gently intertwined my fingers
Martha's POV For years, I imagined this moment would feel different.I thought there would be certainty. Relief. Some overwhelming sense that everything missing in my life had finally fallen into place. Instead, as I stood at the top of the lighthouse stairs staring at Aliya, all I felt was disbelief. She was real. Not a photograph I had secretly collected. Not a face I had searched for in crowds. Not a possibility hidden inside old records. She was standing in front of me, looking at me with the same mixture of shock and emotion that I felt.Neither of us moved at first.The silence stretched between us while years of separation crowded into the space. I studied her face carefully, noticing similarities I had recognized long before this meeting. The shape of her eyes. The way she held herself when nervous. The tiny expressions that crossed her features before she spoke. Seeing those familiar traits in another person felt strangely overwhelming. For most of my life, I believed I wa
Aliya's POVThe drive to Blackwater Point began less than twenty minutes later.Nobody suggested waiting until morning because none of us could afford to lose more time. If my father's letter was correct, Martha had taken Elana to the lighthouse after discovering the truth. That meant they could still be there. More importantly, it meant Martha had trusted my father's instructions enough to follow them decades after he wrote them. The thought stayed with me as our convoy moved through the darkness toward the coastline.Rain continued falling lightly against the windows.The storm that had dominated the past several days was finally weakening, but thick clouds still covered the sky. Headlights cut through the darkness while police vehicles maintained a careful distance around us. The atmosphere inside the SUV felt tense but focused. Everyone understood what was at stake. We weren't chasing a theory anymore. We were following directions left by the one person who seemed to understand th
Dylan's POVThe silence that followed Aliya's words felt almost unreal.Dozens of people stood inside and around the vault, yet nobody spoke. Investigators who had spent entire careers examining evidence suddenly seemed reluctant to move. The significance of the letter had become obvious the moment Aliya read that final sentence aloud. For weeks, every road had led back to Elana. The missing records, the anonymous messages, Martha's actions, and the warnings left by Aliya's father all pointed toward the same person. Now we were finally about to learn why.Aliya held the letter carefully in both hands.I could see the effort it took for her to remain composed. The emotions weren't difficult to understand. She wasn't simply reading evidence. She was listening to her father speak across decades of silence. Every sentence carried the weight of years stolen from her. Watching her stand there, surrounded by proof of his sacrifices, made me admire her even more than I already did."Keep read
Aliya's POVThe drive to the lake felt longer than it actually was.Nobody in our vehicle spoke much during the journey because every person seemed trapped inside their own thoughts. The discovery of the vault had changed the atmosphere of the investigation completely. For weeks we had been chasing people, records, and fragments of history. Now there was something tangible waiting for us beneath the eastern shore of the lake. More importantly, that something had been built by my father. The realization sat heavily in my chest the entire drive.Rain clouds still lingered overhead, although the storm had finally weakened.The gray sky stretched endlessly above the lake when we arrived. Floodlights had already been positioned around the excavation site, transforming the shoreline into a scene that looked more like an archaeological dig than a criminal investigation. Uniformed officers stood near temporary barriers while technicians moved carefully between pieces of equipment. The atmosph
Aliya's POVThe words from Elana's note refused to leave my mind.Even after Detective Morris read them aloud for the third time, they continued echoing inside my head. *The truth was never about us. It was always about what Margaret buried beneath the lake.* Every major revelation over the past several weeks had pointed toward people, identities, and relationships. Now Elana was telling us that we had been looking in the wrong direction all along. Whatever Margaret spent decades protecting wasn't a person. It was something hidden. Something buried.The conference room buzzed with renewed energy as investigators began discussing possibilities.Maps appeared across monitors while archived property records were pulled from databases. The abandoned marina, the lakeside property, the church records, and the safety deposit box all suddenly felt connected by an invisible thread. For the first time, I could sense the investigation approaching something tangible. We were no longer chasing sha







