LOGINMarcus stood at attention before Daniel, waiting for further instructions.But before Daniel could issue any orders, the phone on his desk buzzed again.Vincent's name appeared on the screen.Daniel snatched it up immediately. "Vincent. I just received information about a call made from New Zealand to Richard Hayes's home. Do you know anything about it?"A brief silence on the other end."I was just about to tell you," Vincent replied, his tone slightly different from usual—more careful. "My team's contacts have traced the number.""And?""The number is registered to a prepaid SIM purchased with cash at a convenience store in Auckland three days ago," said Vincent. "But after digging further, the same number was also used to contact at least seven other numbers within the last two hours—random numbers, most of them inactive or belonging to small businesses with no connection to each other whatsoever."Daniel frowned. "What does that mean?""It means," Vincent replied, sounding increas
The command room on the upper floor of Blackwood Enterprises filled with tension again the moment Daniel's phone rang."Vincent," he answered quickly, almost before the second ring."There's a development," said the voice on the other end, brief as always. "One of my contacts at the port in New Zealand reported a woman disembarking from the Russo ship two days ago. Heavily escorted. Her face wasn't clearly visible—covered by a hat and scarf."Daniel's heart pounded."Are you sure it's my wife?""No confirmation yet," Vincent answered. "The physical description matches. Height. Build. Even the way she walked—careful, like someone protecting a pregnancy. But I can't be a hundred percent certain without a clear photo."Daniel stood up from his chair, his hands clenched tight.After days without results, after hitting dead end after dead end, finally something felt real."I'll go myself," Daniel said firmly."I'd suggest waiting," Vincent tried to hold him back. "If you move now and it tu
The car carrying Alina stopped in front of a small wooden house surrounded by tall trees. The mountain air felt far colder than she'd imagined, but strangely, it was calming.A married couple was already waiting at the door. The man was of medium build, his hair starting to gray at the temples, while his wife smiled warmly, wearing a knitted scarf. Both looked like people who had long lived far from the bustle of the city—calm and unpretentious."Miss Alina?" the man greeted, his voice warm. "I'm Thomas. This is my wife, Nora. Adrian contacted us a few days ago."Alina got out of the car with Renee's help, then bowed slightly in greeting."Thank you for being willing to take me in," she said sincerely.Nora stepped forward immediately, gently holding both of Alina's hands. "No need to thank us, dear. Come in. We've prepared everything for you."They guided Alina inside, past a small yard filled with wildflowers. The house wasn't big, but every corner felt cared for with attention."We
Clarissa didn't stop there.Her voice grew even sharper, as if every word that came out fueled her own anger further."She's just pretending to be sick so everyone would pity her. So your father would keep paying attention to her."Junior stared at his mother, not believing what he'd just heard."And because she failed to get what she wanted," Clarissa continued, "she just ran off with another man. Do you know—" she paused for a moment, as if deliberately choosing the most hurtful words, "—that baby in her belly might not even be your father's. It could be someone else's child. So don't ever ask about her again. A woman like that has no self-respect. It's better that she's gone and never comes back to this house.""No!" Junior shouted, his voice trembling with an anger he'd never felt this intensely before. "Alina is not a bad woman like Mom is saying!"All this time Junior had known Clarissa disliked Alina. He could feel it in the way Clarissa spoke, in the tone of her voice that alw
Meanwhile, Junior was beginning to feel Alina's absence.All this time, even when Alina wasn't in front of him, Junior always knew she was somewhere in this house. Her presence was like air—not always seen, but always felt.Now, that air was gone.And even though the house was full of people working, serving, passing back and forth in every corner, Junior felt alone.He also began to notice something else.Daniel, his father, hadn't come home in a long time either.Junior tried to remember. The last time he recalled his father being home was the night he woke up unexpectedly from thirst, then heard Daniel's voice—firm, hurried—talking to someone on the phone. Junior hadn't even gotten a glimpse of Daniel's face. He'd only heard his voice briefly before going back up to bed and falling asleep again.Since that night, Junior no longer knew where his father was. Even when he woke up in the middle of the night hoping Daniel had come home, he never found him.There was no sound of the fron
Two days on the ship felt like two weeks.But the moment Alina stood on the main deck and watched the land slowly drawing closer on the morning horizon, all that exhaustion seemed to dissolve at once.The air was different here. Cooler. Fresher. Carrying the scent of earth and wet grass drifting on the sea wind. The sky stretched wide in a calm, pale blue — no city noise, no shadows of skyscrapers closing in around her.Alina drew a deep breath.For the first time in a very long while, the air felt like something she could actually breathe freely.Renee stood not far behind her, quiet as always, but ever watchful.A few minutes later, a crew member came to inform them the ship would be docking soon. Alina nodded, then turned and made her way back inside to collect her small bag before disembarking.But before she could descend the steps to the pier, her feet stopped.Salvatore Russo was standing in the main corridor, as though he had been waiting.Alina approached him and gave a sligh
Alina struggled—hands pushing Daniel's chest desperately, head trying to turn away from the lips pressing firmly against hers.But Daniel's hand behind her head was too strong. His position too calculated.She couldn't break free.Water from Daniel's mouth flowed—carrying the bitter medicine forcib
At ten past five in the evening, Alina's bedroom door opened slowly.Mrs. Helen entered with a dinner tray—chicken soup, white rice, and warm tea. But what made Alina's heart beat faster wasn't the food.Under the napkin covering the tray, there was something rectangular in shape. Small. Hidden.Mr
Mrs. Helen stared at Alina for a long time with an expression full of internal conflict.Twenty years.Twenty years Mrs. Helen had worked for the Blackwood family. Twenty years of keeping secrets, following orders, not interfering in family matters that weren't her business.Twenty years she had en
CHAPTER 52Morning came too quickly.Or perhaps not quickly enough. Alina wasn't sure anymore. Time had felt strange since she'd been confined to her room—too slow and too fast simultaneously, like a broken clock.At exactly eight o'clock, the sound of a large engine woke her from restless sleep.A







