Antonio spent the entire night reviewing everything he knew about the people around him.Marcus Vale had made one thing clear.He wanted Antonio to become suspicious.He wanted him to question everyone.And Antonio knew that was exactly the trap he needed to avoid.The next morning, he called only three people into his private office.His lawyer.Raymond.And the director of his foundation, Michael Grant.Michael had worked with Antonio for years.He was one of the few people Antonio trusted without hesitation.When Michael entered the office, he immediately noticed the serious atmosphere.“Antonio, what's going on?”Antonio gestured for him to sit.“We have a problem.”Michael frowned.“What kind?”“Someone has been leaking information about my family and my organization.”Michael's expression changed.“Are you serious?”“Yes.”“Do you know who?”“Not yet.”Michael leaned forward.“What can I do?”“Nothing.”Michael looked surprised.“Nothing?”“I need you to continue working as thou

Cynthia's scream seemed to tear through the entire mansion.“Antonio!”Antonio stood frozen for barely a second before his instincts took over.“Raymond!”His voice thundered through the dark hallway.“Lock every exit! Nobody leaves this house!”The security team rushed toward the nursery as emergency lights flickered back on.Antonio looked at the empty crib again.His newborn son was gone.Cynthia's entire body was trembling.“Where is my baby?”Antonio grabbed her shoulders.“Cynthia, look at me.”“Our son is gone!”“I know.”“Antonio, find him!”“I will.”His voice was firm despite the fear pounding through his chest.“I promise you, I will bring him back.”Raymond arrived with several guards.“What happened?”“The baby is missing.”Raymond's face changed immediately.“Sir…”“Search the entire mansion. Every room. Every corridor. Every storage area. Check the basement and the garage. Nobody leaves.”“Yes, sir.”Raymond turned to the guards.“Move!”They scattered.Antonio went str

The convoy moved through the night with its lights low. Antonio sat in the front passenger seat while Cynthia remained beside him. Raymond followed closely behind in another vehicle with the security team. Neither Antonio nor Cynthia spoke much. The sound of the baby's cry from the phone call kept replaying in their minds. Cynthia held her hands tightly together. “Do you think that was really him?” Antonio looked at her. “I don't know.” “But you heard him.” “I heard a baby crying.” Cynthia swallowed. “I need to see him.” “You will.” Antonio reached for her hand. “I promise.” His phone vibrated. A message appeared from the investigator. Daniel is still at Marielle's house. Two other men are with him. Antonio immediately called Raymond. “Did you get that?” “Yes.” “Do not approach until I give the order.” “Understood.” Antonio stared ahead. The closer they got to Marielle's house, the more uneasy he became. Something was wrong. Marcus had deliberately told them t

Antonio returned home just before dawn.For the first time in hours, Cynthia was holding their son again.The baby was asleep against her chest, completely unaware of the chaos that had surrounded him.Antonio stood beside them, watching quietly.He should have felt relieved.His son was home.Cynthia was safe.Marcus had failed to keep the child.Yet Antonio could not relax.The video kept replaying in his mind.Cedric standing beside Marcus.Elaine.Michael.And Marcus's words.Your uncle has been hiding something from you for years.Antonio had trusted Cedric.He had defended him when others questioned his decisions.Even when Cedric had pressured him into marrying Elaine, Antonio had blamed circumstances rather than believing his uncle had deliberately wanted to hurt him.But now there were questions he could not ignore.Why had Cedric become ill at that particular time?Why had he left the country?Why had Marcus appeared after Cedric returned?And why had Marcus specifically cho

Antonio did not move. Neither did Cynthia.The voice outside the reinforced safe-room door came again.“Antonio, open the door.”Cynthia tightened her arms around the baby.Antonio stared at the security panel beside the door.He knew that voice.He had heard it countless times when he was a child.At family dinners.At business meetings.At his father's estate.Even during the darkest years after his father's death.But that was precisely what frightened him.The person standing outside was someone who had been part of his life for decades.Someone who knew the Morris family.Someone who knew this house.Someone who knew enough about the security system to reach the safe room.Antonio slowly raised one finger to his lips.Cynthia nodded.He stepped toward the panel and pressed the communication button.“Identify yourself.”Silence.Then the voice answered.“You already know who I am.”Antonio's jaw tightened.“Say your name.”A low sigh came from the other side.“It's Richard.”Cynth